DAY 74: SOUTH OF GUSTINE - LOS BANOS - DOS PALOS, CALIFORNIA

Much of what I walk through down the San Joaquin Valley, California, is seemingly limitless vastness. Beauty equal to that of the unlimited vistas of the Rocky Mountains crossing Wyoming and the grassy plains of Colorado.

Before going further today, I wish to make a clarification regarding my Blog.

Even though I walk at 4 miles per hour for 6 - 10 hours a day, that which I see, I see only once and have little time for reflection before another moment of interest fills my head with wondcers. To remember special moments, I often take a photograph or two. At tthe end of the day - more often VERY late at night (it is now 3:44 am - very dark outside...dogs barking in the distance), some details become fuzzy.

Then again, I photograph many subjects - many of which I have NO prior knowledge...or at best, a passing prior rememberance.

In no way do I pretend to be knowledgeable or expert in ANYTHING. I try to record that which is interesting or different or which might be of interest to a "follower" somewhere else in the World.

Bottom line: sometimes I get it wrong. Sometimes I get it confused. Sometimes I sound convincing when perhaps I should just eliminate that event.

All photographs; All comments; All things in my Blog are my best presentation at the moment and must be view from that perspective.

I do...and will continue to do...my best to get it right.

Vastness of the San Joaquin Valley, California near GUSTINE, California.

At first glance, this photograph might be a Kennel. On closer inspection (click click), it proves to be "rearing cells" for VERY young Holstein Milk Cows.

For background, I once owned and lived on a 10 acre farm in MAPLE VALLEY, WASHINGTON. On our farm - my Wife, Sharon, and two Sons, Ronald and Thomas, enjoyed freedom of the open country - we had a Salmon Spawning Stream running thru our farm - and raised a garden, pigs, a horse, a Cow - Josie - whom we ate, and wee 7 day-old-calves which we raised to about 6 months whereupon they were sold and replaced with new week-olds. Therefore, I do know a wee bit about the little critters.

This is a close-up of the BACK SIDE of the "Kennels". Each "Box" holds one days-old calf. Each calf is restrained from moving too much - barely room to turn around on the wire "floor"...whie to allow the Urine and Poop to drop onto the ground under them.

Look through this "Pen". On the other side is a feeding / watering bucket...the only access a calf has to reach outside her wire enclosure.

A calf remains in the above pen until moved to a small dirt corral with her siblings...I would guess (I really don't know) at about the age of 6 months.

In this small corral, the young calves remain. There is no grass. They live and sleep on the dirt...always mixed well with excrement.

....until reaching "Heifer" status. These Heifers are living next door to the previous photograph. They, too, exist living on soiled dirt.

This group of Heifers ran pell mell clear to the enclosure as I walked up to them...I did this two times during the day about two hours apart (SPIA was parked here while I walked both North and then South on The Back Road).

They seemed genuinely excited to see me and listened intently as I talked to them - I always talk to all the animals I meet...I even talk to all plants I pass by, too...I have a VERY strong suspicion that ALL living things communicate...we Humans have either lost the means to do so, or have become so arrogant as to think such communication is beneath us.

Upon reaching adulthood and become fresh with milk - a natural post delivery event, as every female knows much better than ME - our Holstein Milk Cows are moved to the "Feed Lot".

Here, the animals live their active lives - "active" = producing milk - until they dry up and can no longer continue to the profits of the Dairy.

Many dairies "pasture" their animals. I did not see evidence that these animals were pastured.

Must check this aspect out further...do these valuable animals actually spend their ENTIRE lives behind bars ???

This dairy has three or four such "feed lots", lined with hundreds of milk cows munching hay or chomping special dry food mix purchased from the local Dairy Products Supplier.

At the end of this "feed lot" is a very large water spout - about 18 inches flat oval - directed at the concrete floor. When turned on, it sends a tidel wave of water rushing by the milk cows feet, cleaning the floor from excrement.

The lush green grass in the foreground is NOT for the milk cows. This is the neighbor's cows seen grazing peacefully under the eyes of the trapped "feed lot" givers of our milk.

I was invited to return at 3:00 pm to witness the Milking Operation. The above photograph is of the Milk Room. Each cow is hooked up with hoses - each hose having a suction cylinder on the end. Each teat receives the suction cup, which proceeds to suck the milk from the Udder.

The milk goes into a large stainless steel tank, where it is stored waiting for an 18-wheeler tanker truck to come by later in the day. I photographed one such truck, but did not post it.

This small "Pen" is the final destination in the life of our Milk Cow.

This is an "Auction Yard"

I am sitting in an amphitheater - sitting around me are folks in 10-gallon hats, shit-kick'n boots, and pad and pen. These are the BIDDERS.

The fellow inside the pen with the cow is making the cow parade three or four times back and forth across the pen. This gives the Bidders a good look from all angles.

The fellow up on the stage (on the right - on the left is a lady speacking on a microphone giving instruction to "back-stage" hands to take away the current actor-cow and lead in another cow) is the Auctioneer.

I watched this Auction for nearly 30 minutes, taking many photographs.

One ten-gallon man came up to sit and chat while I photographed...

You like McDonalds or Burger King ?? He asked me...

Before I could reply, he continued...Well, there goes their future Hamberger.

With that he stood up and walked back down the steps.

The Auctioneer in action. Although I could not understand one single word he yelled into his microphone - repeated in speakers around the room -, I gathered most of our out-or-work Milk Cows were sold for about $75.00.

This region of the San Joaquin Valley is known as the Tomato Capital. I walked by three huge Tomato Processing Factories. Tom, one of four folks to give me rides today, worked at this factory for 29 years. About 1,500,000 TONS (a ton is 2,000 pounds) of Tomato Paste is processed in this single plant each year.

Another of the two Tomato Processing Plants where Tom worked.

This is the third Tomato Processing Plant I tried to visit...no tours for individuals !!! ..., a competitor to Tom's plants 3 miles up the Back Road.

The LIBERTY Plant from a distance.

Now, this I do know about...an 18-wheeler. I meet dozens - if not hundreds - of these monsters every day walking the highways and byways of America. This beast is waiting in line at the LIBERTY Plant to pick up a load of Tomato Paste.

A wee background: My Dad drove this critter for a living. At 9 years old, I drove my first 18-wheeler. At 12, I and little Brother Jim (miss you Jim) who was 10, together drove a 60-foot long 18-wheeler - owned by PIE (Pacific Mountain Express) out of Los Angeles - loaded with Asphault Roofing to the new homes in RICHLAND, WASHINGTON - where the Hanford Nuclear Power Plant (built the Atom Bomb wich destroyed Nagasaki, Japan in 1945 - which I also visited in 1953 -) is located. Jim & Me are/were real DOWN WINDERS.

Jim and Me had a "Race" with the two real drivers - there were two such rigs that day - that Jim and ME could deliver our truck load of roof shingles - each bundle weighed 75 pounds...30 to this house...28 to that house...etc. - and return to the designated Restaurant before the real drivers could unload the second truck.

Jim and ME were already finished with Lunch before the second truck showed up.

I also received my Drivers License at age 14 while driving our own (We owned Tri-City Freight Lines in PASCO, WASHINGTON) 18-wheeler loaded with lumber. Passed the road test in a breeze at the ELLENSBURG, WASHINGTON State Patrol Office and received my license...Of course, Dad lied about my age.

Guess I was a bit of a problem at every age. Such as...I flew my own Airplane from age 12, having Solo'd after 45 minutes Ground AND in the air Training. Yes, I tried to do everything as well as possible...I LOVED to fly.

The truck line-up at LIBERTY.

Please say HELLO to John. Two times today, I met up with John...quite by accident...and received rides. Thank you, John.

John is a Land Surveyor living in GUSTINE, CALIFORNIA.

A Ranch near LOS BANOS, CALIFORNIA.

And another...some very beautiful homes in this area.

And, another...

The most unique fence I have ever seen...surely to keep out undesirables. A home near LOS BANOS, CALIFORNIA.

Main (Central Avenue) Street in DOS PALOS, CALIFORNIA (where SPIA, SAM and ME are spending the night)

Highway 152 - distant elevated roadway over Highway 33 North of LOS PALOS, CALIFORNIA.

Highway 152.

A Texas Longhorn ??

Click Click...I do believe this animal is a YAK. If so, YAK is from Mongolia...where I will walk on my Around-The-World Walk...Oh, have I not shared that bit of information...well, I will...

A Baby Swing...front yard of a DOS PALOS, CALIFORNIA home.

Another DOS PALOS, CALIFORNIA home.

And, another.

This farmer controls the flow of water in his irrigation canal by lowering this half-oval barrier into the ditch.

Lots of water canals in this part of the San Joaquin Valley.

We saw this photograph yester...it has to do with the next photograph of today...

This is a Harvester Machine. The precision of the rows in the previous photograph allow this machine to drive down the rows, harvesting six (6) rows at a time...see the slotted forks in front.

Another of the many canals bring precious water to the fields and farms of San Joaquin Valley.

Bakery in DOS LABOS, CALIFORNIA. Bought a few goodies for my late-night Blog session.

DAILY REPORT: With the help of 4 rides today, walked 26 miles

SEE YOUR IMPACT.ORG: Credit 26 miles @ $0.02 per mile = $0.54 for the day.

In the morning - only one FROM from now...simply must get that hour sleep...will walk South on Highway 33 towards the town of FIREBAUGH, CALIFORNIA

DAY 73 - PATTERSON - CROWS LANDING - NEWMAN - GUSTINE - & SOUTH, CALOIFORNIA

Please meet "B" (on the right) and his friends...inspecting farm equipment along side Highway 33 near CROW'S LANDING, California.

Twilight in PATTERSON, California...as SPIA and I departing our Neighborhood overnight resting place.

Highway 33 intersection looking South West at the distant Mountains in the General Direction of LOS ANGELES, California

CROW'S LANDING, California Main Street (Highway 33)...

CROW'S LANDING, California, where our walk for the day began. SPIA is parked 6 miles North on Highway 33, near PATTERSON, California.

A new Orchard along Highway 33...CALIFORNIA NORTHERN RAILROAD TRACKS in the foreground.

RAILROAD EQUIPMENT at work. Those two "Oval" devices with "Claws" touching the ground are used to COMPACT the stones under the Railroad Ties (Wooden Beams) to which the Rails are Bolted. This process stabilizes the rails. This machine appeared to be fully automatic, with a "Driver" watching over everything. Later in the day, I passed this machine again...it was rolling South on the Tracks giving a TOOT TOOT as it passed.

With the Railroad Tracks in the foreground, the fields of South San Joaquin Valley seem to go on forever. This photograph is looking East towards the city of FRESNO, California.

A Walnut Orchard "FOR SALE". There are many large properties For Sale along Highway 33.

Highway 33 runs North and South pretty much West of Center down the San Joaquin Valley. Interstate 5 is close by to the West. US 99 (the same Highway as in Vancouver, BC, Canada and all the way to the tip of South America) is to the East about 20 miles away.

All these roads come together at the Southern end of the San Joaquin Valley at near BAKERSFIELD, California ... where the "GRAPE VINE" and "TEHACHAPI" roadways climb the steep 4,000 foot mountains surrounding LOS ANGELES, California.

HEY LOOK !!! The Sun is shining. This is the first day in Weeks that the Sun had been out all day and N O R A I N ....

This part of the San Joaquin Valley has Water Canals going in every-which direction. I am told by locals that water is VERY expensive and has, together with the Recession, resulted in many large farms to be FORECLOSED; i.e., the large number of "FOR SALE" signs along Hwy 33.

Appears this Canal Sign may have been altered by a previous land-owner recently foreclosed.

Mail Boxes along Highway 33.

Two Horses in the front yard of an up-scale modern Ranch House...nice looking animals.

All Morning I could hear two (2) distinct motors of Crop Dusters...these aircraft are specially equipped to SPRAY Insecticides on Farmer's Fields.

They rarely get more than 200 feet above the ground and are more fun than watching an Air Show.

This is a DEADLY business. If one looks closely, many Crop Dusters remains are found around local airstrips...usually a narrow path through some one's pasture where the aircraft land, reload with insecticides from large hoses, take off...only to return 15 minutes later to load up and take off again.

Later in the day, I walked upon such an "Airport" near NEWMAN, California. As I walked by, the above Crop Duster landed and took off again at least 10 times. For a while, SPIA was parked near the above horses...the Crop Duster swooped down over SPIA about 100 feet high to land.

The same aircraft on his "Airport" strip...the runway was all of 50 feet wide.

Crop Duster making a turn at the end of his Runway, getting ready to take off.

GUSTINE, California is an old-time town along Highway 33.

GUSTINE is the prior home of "Larry", who gave me a ride earlier in the day. Larry picked me up a SECOND time and gave a personal Tour of his old stomping grounds.

The following many photographs are of homes and streets of NEWMAN and GUSTINE, California.

California Home.

Please say Hello to Larry and his wee 15-year-old pooch (after all the discussion, I still cannot recall his name - must get me a small voice recorder to remember the names of the increasing number of folks...and doggies...I meet each day).

Larry now lives on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada with his wife and ...lets call him NEEDLES because of the sharp teeth that nearly punctured my left hand...wee pooch. They also have a Mobile Home in GUSTINE, California.

Larry said he picked up the Mobile Home for $5,000.00 and spend the Winter there. For many years Larry and his family lived in (I believe he said) NEWMAN, California.

Sorry Larry...guess the Sun is getting to me...really do need that recorder.

Little Red School House in GUSTINE, California

California Home.

California Home.

Baseball Diamond.

California Home.

California Home...Larry says many of these homes are Repossesed by the Bank...and are rented out to non-owners.

Wide Avenues in NEWMAN and GUSTINE, California

California Home...a Painters Dream House ??

Aaahhh, back to the Farm...Sheep pastured in front of "The Back Road"

Walking South of GUSTINE, there are three ways to reach LOS BANOS, California. After consulting with three separate "Locals", everyone agreed that Highway 33 was NOT the best for walking...and we ended up on "The Back Road"...a series of "Section-Line" roadways that weaved their way down the Valley to LOS BANOS.

Two Trees...on The Back Road

Distances across the San Joaquin Valley are just as vast on The Back Road as on Hwy 33.

"Section-Line" roads are always straight as an arrow and go on for over 5 miles before making a 90-Degree turn either left or right to follow the next "Section-Line".

All of Rural America is made up of Section-Lines (I am NOT an expert on distances of a "Section", but I followed them all the way across Colorado last Summer and again here in the San Joaquin Valley in California. Someone want to Google "Section Line" details?

Ah Haa...our first encounter with "Siphon" irrigation in California. Last Summer we saw hundreds of such fields in Oregon and Idaho.

The "Horzintal" Water Canal is about 4 feet wide and two feet deep. The "Berm" (side of the Canal has "Hoses" leading from the Horizontal Canal into each of the "furrows" (ditches) of the field where the Crops are grown.

The Hose is filled with water, inserted into the Canal and led into each ditch. The "ditch" end of the water filled hose is LOWER (to the Center of the Earth) than the Canal-end, causing water to flow up and over the Berm into the ditch of the field where the crop will grow...

A Layman's description of how a "siphon" works.

Thieves use the same technique to STEAL gasoline from the tank of your CAR...I remember at about 10-years-old, I did such a trick with Kerosene (Stove Oil) and when SUCKING the Keroseen up into the Pipe, got a mouthfull of the stuff...some of which I swallowed...took months to get rid of the awful taste every time I burped it up...should have Killed ME.

Angling on The Back Road. This lady's companion (no Pic) said there are Blue Gill Crappies (Spiny Ray) and Strippers (a large Bass) in this stream...with the recent rains, the water is very muddy and fishing is not so good.

In clear-water-days, He says they catch their 12-fish limit of "Blue Gills" in a half hour. Takes a bit longer to snag their limit of two (2) Bass.

This water system is part of the San Joaquin Valley Canals which one can find just about everywhere...takes lots of water to support one of America's major farming regions.

Click click...little heads bobbing behind the fence of this "ramshakle" home across The Back Road of the following photographs.

A Dairy Herd...those beautiful milk cows are lying in 6" deep MUD and POOP. Seems there should be a better way to care for them...as afterall, they are the source for: See Below Pic...

CHEESE FACTORY on The Back Road, California

Back Road Ranch House - next door to the Cheese Factory and bordering the Fisher-lady.

Now...this is MUCH better...PAPPA, MOMMA, AND BABY lounging in a paradise of pasture...only a half-mile from the Cheese Factory.

BIG DADDY ...

Today was my first day walking under the Southern Sun. Got out the Sun Hat and Windbreaker, but NO Rain Gear. Had a major problem with my Panasonic Camera.

...Could not see the rear screen to view the image before taking a photograph...now, what could be wrong this - nearly new - camera. Accidently took off my eye-glasses to take one photograph and PRESTO, there was my image. Seems I forgot I ordered Sun Blocking Glass in my new eye-glasses...turned out to be too dark to see the view-screen image in the bright sunlight.

Really kinda dumb...but then Old Men have such problems, HUH?

DAILY REPORT: Walked 26 miles today...thanks to receiving another 4 rides (thanks all)

SEE YOUR IMPACT.ORG: Credit 26 miles @ $0.02 per mile = $0.52 for the day.

SPIA is parked along The Back Road for the night. I was simply too worn out to complete this Blog update last evening...slept until 2:00 am. It is now 4:45 am and am in need of a couple more hours sleep before bouncing on down The Back Road come 7:00 am daylight.

Will keep making 90-degree lefts and rights until reaching LOS BANOS, California...

Then we shall see.