Channel Islands National Park

Last week I was in Los Angeles, CA for SIGGRAPH, and though I discovered that I far prefer New York to LA (sorry, Angelinos) I did get something great out of it — a trip to Channel Islands National Park.

About 30,000 visitors step onto its shores every year, making it one of the least-visited national parks. It consists of five islands of varying sizes, and we stayed on one of the larger ones. There were a few dozen other campers we saw, but the vast majority of people on the boat were day-trippers.


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We “set sail” at 8 am with Island Packers, who were fantastically efficient and a pleasure to travel with despite their apparent monopoly on service out to the islands. Upon landing, the campers were required to get a brief orientation from the live-in park ranger describing their pack-in pack-out policy and the fact that we should never leave zippers exposed as the island’s ravens have learned to unzip backpacks.

With wetsuits rented from Ventura Dive and Sport, plunged into the icy waters (ok, they’re not icy, but they’re pretty frigid compared to the warm Red Sea). The kelp beds were amazing, stretching below beyond visibility and then tangling at the surface, creating an enormous labyrinth of giant leaves. Their bases covered in sea urchins eating away at the tendrils. On the second day we saw a couple of stingrays, and a school of fish thousands strong trolling the area. I had hoped to swim and play with the local sea lions, but they weren’t particularly interested in us apparently.

While not freezing in the water, we hiked the many trails, perching atop the various cliffs overlooking the many harbors. And when not hiking, we ate and watched the chihuahua-sized island foxes looking for food and fending off the comparably-sized ravens.

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It was a fun excursion, and I hope to go back for more diving and exploration of the islands. During the year they see countless whales and dolphins, and organize dive trips. Oddly enough, I found out about it two years ago from an in-flight magazine on my way to a KAUST orientation meetup. Chalk one up to the in-flight magazine!

I must admit, at times, looking down at the bright blue water, and ships coming into harbor, I felt a little bit like a pirate.

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Last week, Phuong and I went camping for a few days in Moab, UT. She had never been camping, and I’d never been in what I’d consider a real desert. Despite a few hiccups, it went relatively well.

Moab lives about 350 miles away from home or about 6.5 hours through mountain resorts and podunk towns. We got a late start and didn’t show up at our campsite until the early hours of the morning. Setting up the tent in the dark was not our problem – ours was one of being exhausted after the drive. Despite it all, the next day saw an enthusiastic start.

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Our first hike was the longest at the park, weighing in at about 7 miles. The rangers said we should plan on between 3 and 5 hours to hike it. With only about 1,000 feet in elevation change on the trail, we thought they must be crazy to think it would take that long. Four hours and two camelbacks later, we realize they were right.

In the desert, they recommend that each person drink 16 ounces of water per hour of exposure. It is truly an odd sensation to drink a gallon of water per day and not urinate at all – this massive amount of water is completely sweated out. With more than half of the days of July over 100F (it hit 101 while we were on this hike), Moab is a great and terrible place.

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In the middle of our second night there, we awoke to find ourselves being dragged away by the wind… while still in our tent. Though we tried desperately to weigh down what we figured were key areas, we had no chance to stay, so we scrambled out as quickly as we could and collapsed the tent. We were a little late in doing so as the wind had ripped a hole in the fabric, and bent one of the poles in half. Our camping was coming to a premature close. We slept in the car that night and decided that the next day we’d hike some of the easier trails and then head home.

I’ve got dozens of photos from the trip that are worth looking at (especially if you’ve never been). Later this summer I’d like to visit Dinosaur National Monument in western Colorado and/or Glacier National Park. Time permitting, of course.

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