Posted: Jun 28, 2016
Highway 162, the West End
This set of pictures is from the western end of highway 162 in California. The 125 mile long section of road, the greater portion unpaved, that takes you from highway 101 just south of Laytonville all of the way to Willows at Interstate 5.
From 101 it begins by winding though rugged cañons. and over rolling passes until it decends into the beauty of Round Valley with it's magnificent oaks. From there you come to the unpaved section that climbs up into the Mendocino National Forest. Be aware that some parts of this section are not maintained in the winter and will be unpasable due to heavy snow or delightfully slick mud that can spin you over the precipice. But if you are travelling after Memorial day & it hasn't rained lately it should be fine.
When you come out of the Mendocino National Forest toward the Sacramento Valley you will drive through one of my favorite areas of California. The bubbling and arrayed ranges of hills that form the northwest edge of the Sacramento Valley. Given a few hundred-million years some very interesting things can happen when you shove two tectonic plates up against each other. If you check out the satellite images, you can see can see the smooth & evenly folded rows of hills as if you were seeing the zipper that holds the state together. Driving along these valleys is, for me, somewhat calming. Their regularity is the result of an enourmously slow, chaotic and massive force.... and they're so pretty in the spring! In March they are Graced with a velvet overcoat of the most luxurient green. For a very brief period they will be graced with the pinks, oranges & yellows of various wildflowers. By May they will be mostly burnt into their summer gold with a few blushes of green here & there.
Except for the first picture, the images here are arranged from West to East. They were taken at different times of the year under different conditions. The proper position of the first image is about fifteen miles west (before... as the road twists) of the white flowers.
It is late spring. the hills have not yet been burnt to gold yet. This old, airy barn is still providing shelter to a few horses.
That big, green slope is a few miles long. There is something about it what make one want to start at the top and run down the whole length barefoot... Of course that is not to be done. once again we find another big chunk of rockin the midst of erosion... volcanic action of long ago?
There are a few musical cataracts that cascade down the western side of the Mendocino National Forest. You should stop and visit one or two of them on your drive.
These oak trees remind me of a group of modern dancers posed just so. A few months later they will be dressed in their finest greenery.
Some days, when you get into the higher altitudes the mountains are enshrouded by the clouds, transforming the rocks & forests into mysterious forms that dissolve into the mist.
On other days the sky is blue and the air is clear enough it seems you can see all of the way to the ocean.
Oscillating between deep snow and summer drought it takes grit for a seedling to survive up here.
Even large, established trees show struggles through tough winters.
This young tree didn't make it. The bare branches remind me of snowflakes.
In early spring this shrub covers hillsides with its blooms.
This picture and the next were taken from just about the same spot 69 days apart. It gives you and idea of how quickly and drastically the inner part of California changes
This picture and the previous were taken from just about the same spot 69 days apart. It gives you and idea of how quickly and drastically the inner part of California changes To the right of the picture, way off in the distance... that little light triangle is Mount Shasta, about 120 miles away. (~192 km)
I originally thought this was a variety of the Castilleja genus, or Indian Paintbrush, in my references the leaves are wrong so I am not quite sure what this plant is other than a magenta wildflower.
Old and weathered, no longer used, this building rots away as we watch.
For some reason, looking at these hills I think there must be Hobbits living in them.
In this next section of the drive you can really get your geology-geek on. Broken chunks of the ancient ocean floor tilted up at about a 65-degree angle... the soft layers erode away while the hard layers turn the hillsides into dragon spines.
Water must flow and over millennia it has carved these stepped stream beds across the hard strata.
Of course this part of California is ranch land. Every once in a while you need a reminder to Cowboy Up.
You can see the strata running across the river with the torsioned hills behind.
The previous shot and the next were shot from this, lovely, abandoned bridge.
Up stream from the bridge there are mored strata making carefully aligned rapids. On the top right of this image you can spy another photog figuring out where to get his best shot of the bridge.
Millennia of constant flow carves the strata into beautiful contours.
In low flow periods the strata guide the water through labyrinthine paths.
On one of my visits to the bridge I was met and followed about by this young doe. She was exceedingly friendly. Sadly there were no houses near so I don't think she was someone's pet.
In early spring, the weather hangs both high and low, allowing the opportunity for the occasional dramatic shot.
Low-hanging clouds over green, billowing hills at the eastern bit of the highway 162 drive.
And if you turn south off of 162 at Elk Creek, and then keep driving until the road goes bad, you will have the opportunity to drive through Bear Valley, one of my favorite Northern California drives.