I love National Parks, Monuments, Forests, whatever – they are grand, wonderful places with unique landscapes – or as in the case of Death Valley it seems more like a moonscape – stunning views, and sights that can simply not be found anywhere else in that abundance and perfection.
National Parks are also wonderful places for people watching – believe it or not. How people approach National Parks is rather interesting. Let’s leave aside for a moment those, who do not ever visit National or State or any other Parks and focus on those who go. There are a few noteworthy types. One type I always marvel about are the Indian ladies in their saris and sandals. Now that makes sense in summer in Death Valley but I have seen them in the middle of winter at Lassen National Park, walking on what must have been 8 feet of snow. So here I am in an undershirt, a t-shirt, a sweat shirt, a light jacket and a down jacket and three pairs of socks in my sturdiest hiking boots on snow shoes and there they are in a sari, a knit cardigan and strappy sandals. I saw them again in Death Valley – and mind you in an unseasonably cold December temps where close to freezing. I shiver just thinking about this choice of outerwear.
Another type are the gear heads. They are predominantly male and seem to hail from all races. We were puttering around the sand duns in Death Valley – a smallish area in the bigger scheme of the park, where mainly families go so the kids can play in the wonderfully fine sand and roll down the dunes – and there I saw two guys, decked out like on a Himalaya expedition hiking (walking really) into the dunes. We are talking 2 pm and they have head lamps at the ready, hiking poles in both hands, performance clothing, water for days, backpacks large enough to have food for a three course meal plus wine and digestives in them. And I wonder whether this is because they actually believe that leaving the car in a places as inhospitable as Death Valley is a virtual death sentence or whether they just like to buy gear. I think it is the later, judging from the males in my life ….
The type that puzzles me are the rest area only visitors – which I think is by far the largest group. They basically drive from vista point (as we call it in California) to vista point, preferring those with pick-nick tables and/or views of waterfalls. They seem to make it a rule to never walk more than 200 feet after they are out of the car, then they have a quick glance around, take a dozen pictures or so and retreat to the car to drive to the next point of interest. Daring things, like actual walks/hikes are not on the program.
Then there are the like so us, who actually hike, ideally to the end of the canyon, even if it is blocked by boulders, or icy areas. Our rule of thumb has been for years now that you loose about 80-90% of the people for the first mile you go. So of 100 only 10-20 will still be with you at the 1 mile marker. After that, the attrition rate is lower, as these are often pretty determined individuals but I would still put it at about 50%. So you do the math but one thing is for sure, it does not take terribly long to be almost alone.
Every once in a big while you come across an extreme hiker, one of those “crossing the Sierras with a daypack” guys, who have been on the road – or rather path – for days and look unwashed but exceedingly fit and healthy. Those I envy a bit, as I can’t put up with that level of discomfort just to be able to say “I crossed the Sierra Nevada in winter on skies.”
But whatever the visitors – National Parks are amazing places!