were the skilled maps drawn
by Norton Allen--a sample shown in the accompanying article. He had a way of
illustrating locales in a most desirable manner. And can you Imagine? I
never returned to Mopah until very recently, when Maris Valkass led a climb
there on October 5th, and I was in this eager party--37 years later! Yes, and I
am proud to have made the summit to add one more Desert Peak to my list.
Unknown to me, Maris told us about a Randall Henderson Memorial that exists
just west of Mopah Peak, on Castle Rock. It seems fitting that one weekend in
the future, we stage a backpack there. It would involve climbing Mopah Peak,
with a night's camp at nearby, but isolated, Mopah Spring and its several
Washingtonia palms. Then a visit on the second day to Randall's Memorial. Total
foot distance should not be over a dozen or so miles. I had remembered this
old Desert Magazine story and retrieved it from my files after arriving
home. So, if you are browsing around a used magazine store, ask if they
might have any old Deserts on their shelves. Thumb through one, and you are
bound to find something to which you can readily relate! Desert Magazine
does do NOT wear out, except by too many hands fondling its now quasi-sacred
pages!
-Robert 0. Greenawalt October, 1991 |
Mopah Peak in the Turtle Mountains of Southern
California has long been a landmark for lost-mine hunters, prospectors and gem
stone collectors. More recently this ancient volcanic crater has become a
challenge to the mountain-climbing fraternity, and here is the story of a
recent ascent by members of the Sierra Club of
California.
By RANDALL HENDERSON
Map by Norton Allen |
terrain
in quest of semi-precious gem stones, some one reported that chalcedony and
agate were weathering out of the seams in the volcanic rock of the Turtle
Mountains-and today collectors are still climbing the slopes and combing the
surrounding mesa-and getting lovely specimens of creamy chalcedony roses. This
is a gem field that will never be exhausted. My first trip to the Turtles
was in 1940 when I accompanied Louise and the late Arthur Eaton on a rock
collecting trip to the newly discovered chalcedony field. We camped along an
arroyo five miles from the base of Mopah Peak at an elevation of 1100 feet.
That great spire of rock was a challenge I could not resist, and white other
members of the party roamed over the desert and climbed the lower slopes in
quest of gem specimens, I explored the possibility of reaching the |
LATE IN February
this year I was a member of a little group of Sierra Club members who reached
the summit of Mopah Peak in the Turtle Mountains near the Colorado River in the
southeastern Mojave Desert. We were not the first to scale this ancient
volcanic crater, or what is left of it, for the forces of erosion have broken
down most of the walls of the vent from which lava once spewed forth on the
surrounding terrain. What remains today is a great pinnacle of |
igneous rock which
serves as a landmark for lost gold hunters, prospectors and gem collectors-and
as a goal for those mountaineers who like to try their skill in difficult
places. For 75 years lost mine hunters have been drawn to the Turtles by
stories of a fabulously rich placer field which once yielded great nuggets of
gold- and then was lost. This is the locale of the legendary Lost Arch
mine. Then, 15 years ago when the new fraternity of hobbyists known as
rockhounds began to swarm over the desert |
summit. The
northeast face of Mopah is almost vertical and I contoured around the base to
the south face where there appeared to be a feasible route upward in a great
couloir or gully of broken boulders. It was a hand and toe ascent and as I
worked up over the loose debris I came to the conclusion that this was the vent
of an ancient crater with the south rim entirely eroded away. Shoulders of
rim-rock cut off my view both to the cast and to the west. Eventually, I
reached a point where the climbing appeared too hazardous for a lone ascent-and
turned back where my altimeter registered 3260 feet. Early this year the
Desert Peaks section of the Sierra Club scheduled Mopah for one of its week-end
climbing expeditions, and as I was to be a guide on the trip I went out the
previous week to see if I could find a route to the top. Camping at an old
stone corral near the base of the mountain, Cyria and |
I had the same
experience Edmund Jaeger wrote about in his "Desert Campfires" story in the
April issue of Desert Magazine. The rocks out of which we had improvised a
little fireplace began to explode. I realized then that they were the same type
of andesite Jaeger had described, and hastily replaced them with other
stones. On this trip I followed approximately the same route as in 1940, but
again I was turned back within 500 feet of the summit. I was sure I had climbed
higher this time than on the previous attempt. I crawled into a shallow cave to
rest before starting down the mountain. There was evidence that bighorn sheep
had been using this cave for shelter. A loose rock in little niche in the
wall of the cave attracted my attention, and when I pulled it out there behind
it was a little match box containing the card I had left there February 25,
1940, when I turned back at this same place. A week later I camped near the
old |
stone corral
again-but on this Saturday night there were a dozen other campfires, and
bedrolls of 42 members of the Sierra Club and their guests were scattered among
the rocks on the desert floor at the base of the Turtle Mountains. Bob Bear
of the Desert Peaks group was leader of the party, and among those present was
Willard Dean, this year's chairman of the Desert Peakers. Within the
membership of the Sierra Club, a California organization of which John Muir was
one of the founders, are various sections with special interests-the Rock
Climbers, the Ski Mountaineers and the Desert Peaks clan. Throughout the year
these mountain climbing folks schedule weekend and vacation trips to the
various summits in California and Arizona. Between the Tehachapi Range and the
Mexican border are 192 peaks with elevations over 5000 feet, and the goal of
all Sierrans who like mountaineering is to become members of that small group
which has climbed 100 of these |
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