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An American Tale Part
I: Amtrak-ing in the West
Cruising into pretty San Francisco
Bay &
waxing lyrical in the beautiful
Yosemite National Park... |
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San Francisco, the "Baghdad by the Bay", is one place which
has struck gold literally and continues to draw many as a
glittering beacon for finance and the arts. Add to that its
charming location by the sparkling blue bay, the world-famous
Golden Gate Bridge, and the elegant rows of pastel-coloured
houses nestled on its quaint vertiginous streets, it is no
wonder that the influx of settlers persisted despite the 1906
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And so it was with an enthusiastic sense of anticipation
that I descended upon this cosmopolitan yet relaxed city that
was the birthplace of the hippies. It certainly did not
disappoint. Except that I had first to get my bearings and
orientation right and figure out the transportation. Ah, the
throes of backpacking... |
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It was not too difficult after all. The streets were neatly
set out in a grid and each bus seemed to travel on one
particular street, so that I only needed to switch buses if I
was changing direction. Although, ahem, I did have a slight
hiccup in my first attempt at alighting, when I kept pressing
the "Stop Bus" bell stupidly, wondering why the doors didn't
swing open - until somebody told me to step down on the
alighting stairs to trigger the
mechanism... |
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At last, I had "mastered" the necessary "street wisdom" to
begin my grand adventure in San Francisco. Starting with
(applause, please): a wait in a long queue. Well, this is a
fave destination after all for tourists, make that raving-mad
tourists. There is a reason why they need those big burly men
to operate the popular cable cars, that is, to cram the crazy
folks into the fanciful trolleys and to keep them from trying
to dangle out precariously. Okay, I am exaggerating. Possibly,
the rationale has more to do with the strength needed to shove
the car from one rail to another when
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for the record, I did manage to get on a tram and quite
enjoyed the carnival atmosphere as we whizzed up and down the
streets of San Francisco. Cool.
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Taking a stroll on the colourful Fisherman's Wharf at the
Waterfront is a must to soak in the relaxed ambience. Apart
from the usual assortment of gift shops and
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horse carriage tours to be had, and interesting exhibits like
the unorthodox Ripley's Believe It Or Not! Museum, the Wax
Museum and the Guinness Museum of World Records. Why, there
was even an air-show going on, during my visit, with planes
doing acrobatic gymnastics in the clear blue sky.
And, of course, the cliché thing to do is to walk on the
Golden Gate Bridge, which proved something that I had
suspected all along. Attractions of mammoth proportions are
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structures did not look as impressive close-up, although the
tourists frenetically posing and snapping away did not seem to
mind the least bit.
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A far more pleasant walk is to explore the lovely Golden
Gate Park, designed by Frederick Olmsted who also created New
York's Central Park. It is a great place of recreation for the
residents, with many roller-bladers and picnickers. The
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Fulton Street and Lincoln Way also features many museums, a
Japanese Tea Garden and a Conservatory amongst its lakes and
redwoods.
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One trip that I highly recommend is the excellent Alcatraz
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41, we were ferried to
the infamous isle of ominous rock cliffs and pelicans, with
the clouds sweeping dramatically above as if propelled by a
fast-forwarding movie reel. 'The Rock' was certainly chilling,
for more reasons than the physical one.
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Because of its strategic and isolated location, this
fortress has a fascinating history from being a defence
stronghold, a military prison, to finally the maximum-security
federal prison when it confined the notorious likes of Al
'Scarface' Capone, 'Machine Gun' Kelly and the
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Rangers from the Golden Gate National Recreation Area,
which the isle is part of today, are on hand to give a
detailed guided tour. For the cell house, the audio
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insightful account of what it had been like to live in this
hellish nightmare of a place. What made this prison
particularly harsh were the constant cruel reminders of what
the prisoners were missing. Just 1 ½ miles of the San
Francisco port, they could hear the enticing sounds of
civilization and even see the sparkling city through the
grilled windows and the many intentionally-positioned peek
holes, not to mention the tortuous sight of free-flying birds.
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So near and yet so far. It is therefore no surprise that 36
men had tried to escape from Alcatraz in 14 separate attempts.
Some of the escapades were bloody, some amusing, but all
unsuccessful, save possibly for one - the ingenious attempt of
1962 by 3 inmates who patiently chipped holes through the rear
walls of their cells and erected dummy heads on their beds to
fool the guards during head counts. The 3 escapees were never
seen again, but were believed to have drowned in the swift
freezing waters of San Francisco
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The Muir Woods National Park in nearby Marin County offers
wonderful hiking trails for lovers of nature and especially
trees. Very tall ones. This is redwood canyon where, at the
time I visited in 1995, the ancient trees were considered the
tallest in the world. Since then, loftier specimens have been
discovered in Tasmania down under, but the magnificent soaring
redwoods in Muir - the largest at 253-feet tall and 13-feet in
diameter - left an indelible impression on me. |
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I arrived by bus at the Pantoll Ranger Station, from which
I hiked down the Stapelveldt - Ben Johnson Trail to the Muir
Woods Visitor Center. The woods were very quiet and cool. I
later learned that the shade afforded by the canopy gives
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chance for flowers to thrive, thereby
meaning fewer insects and consequently, the songbirds that
feed on them. Likewise, animals are unlikely to make the woods
their home because of the lack of fruits, nuts and berries.
This is an ancient forest from the age of the dinosaurs. The
predominant vegetation is therefore non-flowering plants which
reproduce in "primitive" ways, such as the fluffy green
horsetail which evolved some 300 million years ago, 50 million
years earlier than even the redwoods themselves!
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The specimens in the Nature Trail at the Visitor Center
were taller, thicker and more beautiful. Their incredible
survival depends on the hundreds of gallons of water a day
from the meandering Redwood Creek originating from Mt.
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via the Dipsea Trail which brought me out of the canyon to a
yellow grassland stretch, from where I had a panoramic view of
the Pacific Ocean - the eventual destination of the Redwood
Creek.
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I departed from Pantoll tired out but with a sense of
reluctance, leaving this remarkable coastal redwood area,
aptly named after the famous conservationist, John Muir, who
was responsible for raising the country's awareness of the
importance of preserving its untouched natural parts, giving
rise to the many great national parks in
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My next destination, a few hours' drive from San Francisco,
was the Yosemite National Park. This preserved stretch of the
Sierra Nevada along California's eastern flank evidences the
extraordinary handiwork of mother nature. Some 500 million
years ago, the region once lay beneath the ancient sea. The
thick layers of sediment eventually folded and twisted above
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granite. Erosion and
glaciers then did the rest, sculpturing the astounding
landscape we see today, of towering mountains, sheer rock
cliffs, rounded domes, alpine meadows, deep blue lakes and
leaping waterfalls.
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It is an understatement to declare the park an incredibly
beautiful place. In fact, it is simply impossible not to be
swept away by the grandeur of it all. And I guess, it helped
that we were blessed with three wonderful days of clear autumn
weather, even though we only managed to cover but a small
fraction of this remarkable region. Lucky
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After a night of getting used to snoozing in a sleeping bag
in a freezing camping tent, our guide insisted on starting day
one with a bang, that is, a pleasant hike to a stunningly
clear May Lake, followed by a punishing strenuous climb up to
Tuolumne Peak at 10,845 feet. I |
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deadbeat, but still doggedly determined to get to the top,
especially when the tantalizing views seemed to get better the
higher we went.
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This being my first major hike on rough terrain, I was
unfashionably unequipped, to say the least. It was here that I
first learned the importance of wearing hiking shoes |
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with good
grip - an invaluable
lesson gleaned from numerous slips and falls, especially when
trekking up steep slopes with treacherous white sands and
clambering up slippery granite boulders. It was a miraculous
achievement, I reckoned, when I finally made it to the peak in
one single piece. Thumbs up.
But it was well-worth the effort. Apart from the triumphant
top-of-the-world feeling and sheer jubilance at having made
it, the views were simply marvelous. The sky was startlingly
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the surrounding mountain ranges surreal yet soothingly silver
white. Barely had I gotten over my wild elation, the guide had
to declare it time to descend. Er, I hadn't thought about the
going down part...
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Day two was physically mild in comparison. Surprisingly, I
had made it down Tuolumne Peak in one piece as well, without
rolling all the way, that is. Now that we survived, our guide
was considerably kinder and brought my campmates and I to
Yosemite Valley, the heart of the park, for a DIY tour on our
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The 'Incomparable Valley', as Yosemite Valley has been
called, is indeed unparalleled. More than anywhere else in the
area, the granite carvings effected by
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exquisite, resulting in unusual massive monoliths,
particularly the famous Half Dome and the dramatic El Capitan,
which have graced many a postcard and inspired poets, painters
and millions of visitors for more than 100 years.
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The U-shaped valley was created when alpine glaciers which
pushed through the canyon of the Merced River, melted to form
the ancient Lake Yosemite and then filled up with sediment to
form the valley floor and the meadows. The shaping of Yosemite
by the wondrous workings of nature continues today as the same
process is happening at Mirror Lake at the base of Half
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Exhausted from the exertions of the day before, we were
nevertheless roused by the breath-taking scenery in the valley
and galvanized our reserve energies to walk up the Trail to
Vernal/Nevada Falls. It was an enjoyable hike with pretty
streams and falls, and yellow autumn foliage framing the
distant views of the by-now familiar silver mountain ranges.
Even though the waters were considerably dried up in the fall,
it was still quite a sight to witness the waters crashing down
to the valley floor from the summit of the Trail. |
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The Valley Visitor Center, one of four in this huge park,
is also worth a visit, with interesting exhibits on the
formation of the Yosemite Valley and, of course, to pick up
the obligatory postcard. |
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Just as I was getting used to living in a campsite and
having bonfires, not to mention a foraging bear in the middle
of the night (which I unfortunately missed, being too cozy to
get out my snug cocoon of a sleeping bag), it was the final
day and time to pack up. Sigh. On this sad last day, we went
to Mariposa Grove to see the Giant Sequoias, the largest
living things in the world. |
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And they are gargantuan all right. As well as ancient. The
Grizzly Giant at Mariposa is thought to be the oldest living
sequoia at 2,700 years old! The amazing thing is that they
need fire to survive. Well-intentioned conservationist efforts
to protect the trees from fire almost resulted in disaster.
Apparently, sequoias are fire-resistant and the previous
frequent natural fires actually helped to eliminate competing
plant species, leaving rich mineral soil and sunlight for the
germinating sequoia seedlings. Fortunately, the enlightened
park rangers now use prescribed fires to return fire back to
the ecosystem. May we get it right this time, amen. |
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Another damaging human intervention is the cutting of
tunnels through two trees in the late 1800s. It is a wonder
that these trees can still grow. Resistant to fire as well as
disease (but not humans), the sequoia has the amazing ability
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own weight proves too hard to balance, it topples over. Like
the redwoods, they have surprisingly shallow root systems
compared to their magnitude. But they would have lived some
2,000 or 3,000 years by then. Mighty achievement, I say.
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And with this fascinating visit, we bade a fond farewell to
Yosemite to return to the civilization that is called "San
Francisco". It almost felt strange to see modern buildings
again, but it was time to move on from here as well. I was to
depart from colourful San Francisco reluctantly the next day,
to set out for the final stop in my American trek - the Grand
Canyon. |
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