Matilija Creek

I was hopeful that, following the holiday weekend, the crowds would have flushed through and I might be able to claim one of the better pools for a swim. Typically, on holiday weekends, I hunker down at home and wait for the maelstrom to blow over. It was an incredible day was Tuesday. Cloudless and hot in the sun. So, of course, there were several cars in the lot when I pulled up. I expected that. That wasn’t the surprise.

I passed a guy on the road who had nothing in tow but his shirt and pants and shoes. Both of us afforded only the slightest gesture of recognition to each other. He looked like he was headed to the next Dead show.

Further up the trail another bloke and his gal were sprawled out on some rocks baking in the sun beside one of Matilija’s many emerald gems. Good call. I thought. That should be me with my lady.

Further up the canyon, I walked up on two more people as the trail passes alongside one of the smaller, lower pools. I had heard somebody as I was walking, but I didn’t register what I had heard at the time or where exactly the people were. I just kept walking toward the pool looking to cool off.

I didn’t really care where the people where so I wasn’t paying much attention. I expected to possibly see several groups judging by the cars at the trailhead so hearing voices wasn’t a surprise. Apparently some other people added up things a little differently and didn’t expect to see anybody at all. It wasn’t really a voice that I heard.

I walked up over a hill to the sight of a moaning woman mounted up and grinding away on a dude laying on his back, both of them butt naked on the rocks. Whoah! She rolled off as I spun around in mid-stride.

It’s an odd thing that. Of all the sights in the world to lay eyes upon completely by accident, suddenly finding myself standing no further from the action than a grip on the set of a porn flick. How does that happen? Like this, I guess. A whole wilderness and they’re shuckin’ the cob just feet from a busy trail.

I kept walking as if they weren’t even there. I passed one other couple dozing creekside by a pool before making it to the big lower fall. Despite the traffic on the way up, I had the pool to myself and just in time to jump in and get wet and then dry off before the sun fell behind the ridgeline.

California king snake (Lampropeltis getula californiae)

Butterfly Mariposa Lily (Calochortus venustus)

Woolly Blue Curls (Trichostema lanatum)

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I Madonnari at the Old Mission

Some views of the Italian street painting festival on Sunday and the chalk art murals in progress.

Something else caught my eye lying on some chalk boxes beside a mural, an all original Powell Peralta Steve Steadham from 1985 hardly ridden.

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Elkhorn Plain, San Luis Obispo County

“Why think about that when all the golden land’s ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?”

– Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Elkhorn Plain spans about 20 miles in length and two miles in width and lies immediately northeast of Carrizo Plain in the hinterlands of San Luis Obispo County. The two plains are separated by the Elkhorn and Panorama Hills, which are a result of upthrust movement along the San Andreas Fault. The barren hills shown in the photos, the Temblor Range, comprise the northeastern border of Elkhorn Plain.

It is an 8600 acre swath of desolate, nearly pristine flatland reminiscent of what an uninhabited San Joaquin Valley looked like historically. Where a fella is probably more likely to encounter small herds of pronghorn antelope and tule elk rather than another human.

Sun seared and neglected by all but the most determined winter storms, it is a stark land of bucolic beauty, vast emptiness and enduring silence. Where you can turn from your vehicle, see no trace of humanity and imagine none of the trappings of modern life exist. Where one is able to experience California as it once was millennia before it was known as America’s most populace, Golden State. Where a modern man can slip from the air conditioned cab of his conveyance and see, feel and smell the land as the ancients did who first inhabited the area some 11,000 to 13,000 years ago.

Related Posts:

Wildflowers of the Temblor Range, Carrizo Plain National Monument, San Luis Obispo County

Wallace Creek Offset at the San Andreas Fault, Carrizo Plain National Monument, San Luis Obispo County

Soda Lake Reflections, Carrizo Plain National Monument, San Luis Obispo County

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Campfire Nights Under the Stars

A hot cup of coffee, a cool mountain night and a blazing campfire under the stars.

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Radiator Charlie’s Mortgage Lifter Tomato

Radiator Charlie and his Mortgage Lifter tomatoes in 1964. (c) Jeff McCormack

The name he went by was Charlie or just plain MC and “he’d get mad if anybody said it is Marshall Cletis Byles,” his grandson said. Charlie was a hardworking man with no formal education.

“Well, I’ve always had a mind of doing things that nobody else couldn’t do. I never been to school a day in my life but anything I wanted to do, I done it,” Charlie said.

He got his start in farming at age four helping his mom pick cotton in the fields of North Carolina.

“Come out from under there,” cried his mom one day.                                                        “What do you want?” Charlie asked.                                                                                    “You’re going to work.”                                                                                                                “I’m too little to work,” Charlie countered.                                                                               “No, you are not.”                                                                                                                              “I had to go out there and start pickin’ cotton,” Charlie said.

He took a variety of jobs during the lean years of the Great Depression. As a young man he served in the National Guard. He toured Appalachia earning money as a wrestler taking home a dollar for every minute he lasted in the ring. “I never lost, but very few times,” Charlie boasted. He also learned to fly small planes and served as a pilot for airmail. Eventually he settled as a mechanic repairing the local coal mining trucks of Logan, West Virginia and that is where he took on his handle “Radiator Charlie.”

In the early 1940s Radiator Charlie turned his indomitable attention to tinkering with tomatoes. He wanted to create something big, meaty and with few seeds. “What I did I took ten plants and put them in a circle and put one in the center,” he said.

He planted seeds from four tomato varieties of the largest fruiting plants he could find and used them to surround a different type of tomato in the center called a German Johnson. He gathered the pollen from the circle of plants and used it to pollinate the German Johnson, whose seeds he then saved and started again the next season. He repeated the process for the next six years until he felt satisfied with the growth habits of his new tomato.

The new variety of plant he created produced meaty, colossal-sized tomatoes weighing in at over four pounds in some instances. Word began to spread about the incredible new tomato good ‘ol Radiator Charlie was growin’. At a time not far removed from the economic hardship and scarcity of the 1930s when people relied on their own gardens for food, and when the government was  promoting “victory gardens” during WWII, people wanted to know where they could get their green thumbs on the seeds of this new wonder plant. And soon Radiator Charlie was in business peddling his own specialty strain of tomato to eager gardeners.

People drove from as far away as 200 miles to buy Charlie’s tomatoes for a dollar a piece, which in the 1940s was a heck of a bit a change for a vegetable seedling. Yet, he sold so many plants that he was able to pay off his six thousand dollar mortgage on his house in six years.

And the legendary Radiator Charlie’s Mortgage Lifter tomato was born, etching his name in the annals of Americana forever, and providing vegetable gardeners to this day with an exceptional choice for their backyard plots.

Bibliography:

LivingOnEarth.org

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