Each
year I try to get in one more mountain camping trip late in the
summer. More often than not, I go to Stargazer Rock, which you’ve
read about in reports on my campouts of 2005 and
2006.
However,
the elevation there is around 7,400, and it began cooling down a lot
in September, so I wanted to go some place a little lower. The
destination I chose was Rock Creek
Campground, which is on the
Sierra Vista National Scenic Byway, 22 miles beyond
North Fork. There is a Rock Creek near Stargazer Rock; this is a different
creek, in a completely different location.
I
had camped there when my daughters were quite young, and had visited
the area on day trips a few times, but had not been there and not
thought about it for ten years or more. Then my older daughter went
there in August with a group, and we were reminded what a nice place
it is. The creek runs down a fairly steep drainage, creating bowls
and basins and other neat sculptures in the granite. The elevation
is around 5,000 feet, and about two miles up the road past the camp
is the Mile High Vista Point that gives you a fantastic view of the upper San
Joaquin River
drainage, the Minarets, and several rocky domes, including Fuller
Buttes and Balloon Dome. To the west there is a granite ridge topped
with some unusual rock formations known as the Eagles' Beaks (see
photo). A few miles further the road passes Jackass Rock,
which is visible from some places along the way.
I made
plans with my friend Janell Sidney, her grandson Mark, and another
friend and former co-worker, Nancy Freeman, to join me on Friday,
September 29, 2006. My daughter Teri, and grandson Mikie were going to
come up Saturday and spend the night.
Unfortunately,
the trip did not go as planned, mainly because the trailer never
made it to Rock Creek. Driving on the road past North Fork, I
realized that smoke was pouring out of the back of the trailer, so
as soon as I could, I pulled off the road. I was ten miles from Rock
Creek.
A
spring had broken, which caused the two tires on that side to touch
each other, creating significant friction and burning grooves into the
tires. I decided to call my repair shop and see if it would be OK to
take off one tire, and just run on one. I could not get through on
my cell phone, so I unhitched the trailer, wrote a note for Janell
and prepared to drive back toward North Fork. Just as I was ready to leave, Janell drove up, so I tried her cell
phone and it worked. The repair shop said driving on one tire would
work OK.
I
jacked the trailer up and got the tire off, but this just allowed
the axel to sag down toward the ground, and when I lowered the jack,
the weight of the axel was still on it, and it could not be removed.
I went through a series of attempts to block up one part of the
trailer so I could remove the jack, but it was a Catch 22 situation
– if I could remove the jack, the block was still there. If I
could get the block out, I could not remove the jack. I probably
jacked it up and down six or eight times, reaching a point of near
exhaustion. I finally hooked up the trailer and backed it a few
inches to get it off the jack, but the result was the axel (brake
housing actually) dropping to the ground.
Meanwhile
Janell had gone on to camp to meet Nancy, who had passed me
before Janell arrived. Since I could not use my phone, I drove to the camp
to use Janell’s. I could not get reception there, so I drove back to the
trailer with Janell’s phone, and finally reached my roadside service. I went
through a long session with the operator, trying to explain my
location (“what are your cross streets?”) Finally she managed to
find the area on her map, but at that point the call was cut off. I
called again, and got someone else, who had the information on the
computer, so I did not have to go through another attempt to explain
my location in the Sierra Nevada back country, on a road that is
also known as Minarets Road, Mammoth Road, and the Sierra Vista
Scenic Byway.
The
service was unable to find anyone who would come out and would also
accept their payment, but she finally put me in touch with Mike’s
RV Repair, located on Highway 41 at Avenue 15, about 15 miles out of
Fresno. He could come the next morning, but I would have to pay the
full cost myself. Having little choice, I arranged to meet him at
the trailer around
8:30 a.m.
I
then went back to camp, thinking I might spend the night in my
truck. This would have required unloading everything in the back,
blowing up the air mattress, then reloading everything in time to
drive back to the trailer by 8:30 (about a 20 minute drive). Janell
had hamburgers ready when I got there, so we ate dinner, and then
drove up the road about another two miles to the Mile High Vista.
When
we got back to camp we explored the creek a short ways. It is a
beautiful location, with the creek running down a fairly steep,
rocky route, creating small waterfalls, potholes and pools.
We
started a fire, and Janell’s grandson Mark roasted marshmallows
and went with me several times to gather pine cones, which he
enjoyed throwing on the fire. Nancy
had left before I arrived since she had to work, but was planning to
return when she got off at 8. I decided it would be better to sleep
in the trailer, so I left about nine, meeting Nancy
about two miles out.
The
only really good thing about the evening after leaving camp was that
I had a fairly good view of the sky at the trailer, and was treated
to a spectacular star display, since the moon went down shortly
after sunset. I read a while then went to bed.
I
was not sure what the plans were for the trailer. The Good Sam
operator had talked about getting someone to do a roadside repair,
but that did not seem feasible to me, since the trailer would have
to be jacked up fairly high and would require some heavy tools to do
the repair. I had explained the situation with the axel to Mike, and
we had decided it might be possible to tie it up so it would not
drag, and I could tow the trailer myself.
In
fact, I had attempted this myself, but I had only some very light
wire, which broke as soon as I started lowering the jack. Mike and
his helper arrived close to ten, and tied up the axel with three
loops of heavy wire, plus a metal strap that he attached with a
bolt, drilling a hole through a metal cross beam. They helped me
hitch up, and drove up the road toward camp to help me turn around,
since I had to find a side road I could turn into to back up and get
pointed in the right direction.
We
got this accomplished, and they headed back, with me following
slowly. I was concerned about the wire holding, and rightly so. When
I stopped in
North Fork
to check it (after about twelve miles), the metal strap had broken,
and the wire was wearing through. At first I was going to wait and
have them come back, but I could only get the answering machine on
his cell phone. I finally decided that since there were three loops
of wire, if one broke, the others might hold.
I
checked it once more, and one loop of wire had broken. However, by
this time I was almost to Highway 41, which did not have the winding
curves of the
North Fork
road, and was much smoother. I was able to drive at a fairly normal
speed, about 55 MPH, and made it to Mike’s, probably ten miles
from the junction, with the brake housing sagging down to an inch
from the pavement, but still holding.
Since
the drag had made both tires on that side dangerous to use, I
arranged to come back Monday and get both tires (after he had jacked
up the trailer to work on it), get them replaced, and bring them
back.
I
drove out to Mike’s Monday and got the tires. My tire dealer did
not have the tires in stock, but could get them that day, so I went
to lunch and came home. He called a couple of hours later, and I
took the tires back to Mike’s (about 15 miles each way). He was
unable to get the spring and had to order it, so instead of getting
the trailer Tuesday, it would be several more days. This was no
problem, since I had no trips planned, so I returned home,
contemplating the idea of looking into RV rental costs versus the
various repairs I have had to make over the years.
–
Dick Estel, September 2006
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