Wednesday, May 14, 2014

My First Ever Solo Train Trip in America - Explore Central Valley California (4/26/2014 – 4/29/2014)


My First Ever Solo Train Trip in America 
Explore Central Valley California  (4/26/2014 – 4/29/2014)

Preface

            This trip was one of many field trips I had made since I temporarily settled in Ventura, California on 1/10/2014 after my retirement.  I am a grandmother and the caretaker of my grandson Forest now.  With the freedom to have my weekend off and my daughter and son-in-law’s occasional getaway to recharge their battery, I declined the offer to ride with them to San Francisco where their college reunion took place. 
            The reasons:  I was not invited this time, as I was when Louisa came to town from Dallas, Texas on 2/16/2014.  Besides, I was afraid to stay in the empty house, which is not my own for four days. 
            The tantalizing hints of free ride along the scenic Pacific Highway 1 on the back seat with my grandbaby to entertain captivated me.  Plus the luxuries of being guided by my son-in-law’s explanation of each town through his eyes as a California local had my instant excitement for a while.   During the discussion, my daughter’s spurred-of-the-moment remark, “I do not want the backseat parenting though, mom” caught me off guard.    So, I told them politely that I would consider about it and get back to them soon. 
            After a serious thought overnight, I pondered over if I am truly welcomed as a rider or a caretaker.   The jittery feeling of being robbed as a female solo traveler woke me up in my dream with the cold sweat.  But, I decided to calm myself down and declined to accept the friendly offer.  I know my close friend, Jenny, my classmate from Taiwan Provincial Hsinchu Girls Senior High School and National Cheng Kung University whom I am visiting and my husband back in Maryland would have thought about me, “What a stubborn old head I am!”   
            Yes, all I need to do is setting off on my own to have the solitude moment of my life for a change.  Being robbed?  I am an old lady with no jewelry on except a wrist Timex watch.  It would be interesting to see what these California bandits want me for?

Snapshots from the Roads

             So, off I went with one carry-on luggage and my MacBook Air computer to the Central Valley California via San Joaquin (a.k.a. Mountain Line 山線) from Bakersfield to Richmond (5 hr & 44 min.)   The Amtrak Thruway bus connected me first from Ventura to Bakersfield (3 hr & 10 min.)   Thanks to my old pal, Jenny, a Fremont local for the past 20 years.  Her advice to me is to cut down the highway travel due to the notorious traffic congestion.  It may cause the delayed connection with rail line.  Otherwise, I would have taken the Pacific Surf Liner (a.k.a. Coastal Line 海線) from Ventura to San Louis Obispo (3.25 hr.) instead and Amtrak Thruway bus connection from there to San Jose (4 hr.)

Ventura – The Beginning of the Journey
The Lone Ranger - California Adventure - Ventura Bus Stop before 6:45 a.m.
San Joaquin (Brown Line 山線)
My Amtrak E-Ticket
Central Valley California
San Joaquin Route Map
The Vast Flat Green Valley in California
            America is a big country.  This is a fact that it is the world’s 2nd richest country, next to Russia, when it comes to natural resources.  I did some homework about the towns where the San Joaquin would stop once my decision to make the solo.  You couldn’t imagine how anxious I was to see what exactly the world’s largest patch of Class A soil was.  It can grow the majority of the produce you eat everyday, and surprisingly, the plenty for the rest of the world as well.

Oxnard, Santa Paula, Saticoy, Fillmore – Thruway Bus Stops

            I sat across from the driver for the first 3 hours of Amtrak Thruway Bus Connecting from Ventura to Bakersfield.  I made my notes capturing the possible photo shots, town after town, to match with the map.  He drove on Highway 101 from Ventura, to Oxnard and Highway 118 W to Saticoy, and Highway 126 E to Santa Paula, Fillmore before exiting to I-5 for Santa Clarita.  The sweeping view of verdant tress and plants yield a third of all the produce grown in the United States.  These areas are the “capitals of the strawberries and citrus.”   These parts of the landscapes I have already covered in a few web journals during my early field trips.  I sought the opportune moment to strike the conversation with the driver.  “What are those plants covered in the plastics?”  “What about other plants outside the covers?“  He kindly filled the answers with my questions on my notebook when I kept shooting the pictures.  He probably wondered if I am one of those reporters from some magazines – Nuts!    
The Amtrack Thruway Bus Driver



The Citrus Capital of the World
Chards, Strawberries, Kales, and Mustard Greens
Newly Plowed Field - Crop Rotation Process

Little Dots on the Picture - Field Workers
 Most of them are migrant farmers whose lives are marginalized economically & socially – I had a feel for them deeply
Irrigation system

            It had rained only 3 days in February since my visit in October 2013.  Water, mainly from Colorado River, through Federal, State Aqueduct projects are pumped and channeled over the long distance to this region.  You can imagine the large amounts of energy consumed.   To these days, amid one of the worst droughts in history, announced by Governor Jerry Brown, I won’t take water for granted any more.

The above 2 pictures - Revolving Sprinklers 

The above 2 pictures - Federal or Private Reservoirs



The above 2 pictures - Walking Sprinklers

The Ranch Owners May Own the Water Right or Rent for Other Farmers for Profit

The above 3 pictures - Giant-sized Water Pipes follow me for about 3 hours along the railroad
Angeles National Forest

            The bus climbed up the Angeles National Forest on I-5 – elevation 4144 ft.  The scenery changed from the endless green fields to rugged mountains strewed with rocks and cacti plants and wild yellow flowers.  I kept my notebook with names such as, Castaic Recreation Center, Hungry Valley, Gorman, Frazier Mountain, Lake Isabella, Lebec, Kern County, Fort Tejon Pass – State Historical Park while the truck load of yellow oranges passing by.  I saw the hovering cloud stormed in at the side of the mountain.  An ominous wind swept across the highway from the valley, the sky turned dark slowly, then it started to get misty on the windows.  I couldn’t picture why the weather could change from the bright sunny day to either snow or freezing rain at this elevation.  During the conversation with the driver, he told me it was the “heavy Tule fog or freezing rain” happening often in this part of the Central Valley.  I later Google and found out I had witnessed the phenomenon that caused many accidents in this region.  Luckily, we were ok with his driving.   The driver then turned off the headlights.  The fog, freezing rain or mist had lifted when I saw the sign 35 miles to Bakersfield, where I would connect the San Joaquin train line to Richmond.  It’s 9:30 a.m. already; I began to worry about the train connection at 10:05 a.m. from Bakersfield.   

The above 2 pictures - Driving up from 3000 ft to 4144 ft elevation
The Cloud Formed at the Valley
The Tule Fog - Freezing Rain or Mist
Fort Tejon Pass - Maricopa

            The weather became bright sunny again when the driver exited onto Highway 99.   Along I-5 with grape vineyards planting with different stages of the growth cycle, I saw the lush green, purple colors of different vegetables.  Later the driver would tell me that there are melons, lettuce, asparagus, cabbage, broccoli, chard, collards, cilantro, tomatoes and others that have no names at all in English.  I was awestruck about the mega-size of the field.  I also made notes for interesting road signs – Copus Rd., Green Field Rd., Cotton Wood Ave., Petroleum Club Rd., and Union Rd. … etc.  Look at the different colors of Oleander Plants (夾竹桃) planted in the middle of I-5.  The Folks probably know that these plants with beautiful flowers can be quite poisonous.  I remember there were growing rampantly at the Student Center Gazebo 成功 in Tainan Campus when we spent 4 years of our college life.
Oleander Plants -夾竹桃 along I-5 with grape vineyards on both sides. 
Land of Billion Vegetables & Fruits
Grape Vineyard
San Joaquin Train Station – Bakersfield

            We made it to the train station around 10:10 am.  The train waited for all the passengers to board.  My train journey began when I climbed up the upper part of double-deck and settled myself comfortably on the seat.
The Long Ranger's Belongings
Bakersfield Train Station
My work station – spacious desktop all to myself, large windows allow me to angle some of my photo shoots, Wi-Fi connection, ample room to stretch, and roomy clean bathroom
Agricultural Machine (U.S. Economic Hub) – Central Valley, California

            This is a vast agricultural breadbasket that runs 450 miles.  My trip covers about 400 miles (Bakersfield – Richmond.)  The railroad crossed through the large flat valley with aesthetically lined agricultural fields that produce the food we consumed daily.  For almost 4 hours, from Bakersfield to Antioch, before the San Pablo Bay water showed up in my view, there was wondrous excitement in the sweeping vistas of fields and orchards.  I have seen California’s agricultural engine-room where grapes, cotton, hays, almonds, tomatoes, plumb, oranges, peaches and nectarines are the primary industry.    

The land left abandoned for reasons I do not know - waiting for new owners?
The ground water pipes are layed properly for each row
The machine did all the jobs - color coded with young seedlings 


The hays ready to be harvested for feed

Instant Tutor - Charla

            The 3rd generation Armenia immigrant, Charla, who was on her way from Modera to Stockton, and Sacramento for connection to Nevada to visit her daughter, gave me the crash course about her father’s farming experience in almonds, pistachios and walnuts.  He not only owns one of the ranches in Modera, he is also a Field Forman, responsible for labor contract with hiring different ethnic workers.  This was the most valuable input on top of my own research before the journey.  The homework I made about the Armenians’ contributions and other ethnic groups in Central Valley support what she shared with me in our 1-½ hours’ ride. 

Agricultural Supporting Business

            If this is “The world’s richest agricultural valley,” I have seen the hundreds of auxiliary industries along side of the railroad to help the business thriving.  There are fuel distributors, solar panel installation, water distributors, trucking firms, packing houses, equipment dealers, chemical factories, pest-control firms, suppliers, fertilizer applicators, repair and manufacturing facilities and of course, the field workers who kneel, stoop and squat in the rows of vegetable farms.   Grandma Janice knows the pains from caring the grand baby for the past 6 months.
            I also shot the line of Port-a-Johns to show the activities of that ranch during the day.  There are also the largest cattle, and sheep ranch, junkyard, automobile salvage and RV-park.  You cannot just drive around in your comfy car without being amazed at the sheer magnitude of it all.
Field Workers & Port-a-Johns









The above 13 pictures are the Production Agriculture in America 
Machines and Farming work in harmony with the natural environment 
Solar Panels Installation
Mega Size Cattle Ranch
Mega Size Sheep Farm

The Hays That Feed the Animals 

RV Park


Junkyard of the world – some of my office pals – the aficionado of the 1950s should love this.
American Graffiti - Arts or Vandalism

            My eyes have been swimming in a sea of endlessly monotonous landscape since I left for Ventura 6:45 a.m.  Sometimes it’s green with different shades from various planting stages; sometimes it’s burnt-brown and charred-black due to plowing and crop rotation for maintaining a sustainable agriculture.   Charla, my instant tutor – taught me how to differentiate the variety of different fruit trees along the way, was getting ready to get off the next station, Stockton.  It’s almost 3:00 p.m.  We were in the discussion of life-cycle (10-15 years) for almond tress and the prevention of ground-squirrel damages to her father’s almond ranch.   We bid farewell and she recommended me to tour Blue Diamond factory someday where her brother, who works in Modesto Plant.  I missed it when the double-decker mile-long freight train constantly blocked my view at the window when she pointed to me.  These double-stack container train were stretching to the end of the horizon until all disappeared from my eyes, where I couldn’t see any longer.   You have to be here to feel the train horns and the vibes of these colorful and distinct graffiti cargo containers.  It’s the physical evidence of American Culture – “Right to Freedom of Speech.”  Are they arts or vandalism? Is it eye sore or aesthetic?  Or are they the murals I grew quite fond of them at Santa Paula downtown?







North of San Francisco Bay

            Before I new it, my destination, Richmond station was on the east side of San Francisco Bay.  I passed two towns, Antioch and Martinez without seeing any scenic views of Yosemite National Park, or Sierra National Forest or Sequoia National Park I thought I would have?  I must have thought the back road train would give me the glimpse of those natural wonders.  We were on the east side of the flat valley, too far to see the geological formation of that part of the lands.   I shot some pictures of Bay views with bridges, some collections of navy and commercial ships docked on the bay.  The scenery was quite different from the Central valley towns.  Instead, it’s the shimmering water with rolling green hills.

            My friends Jenny, Peter and Susan had already met up and called.  After planning for one month, my Senior High School and College reunion finally came to fruition.   This marks the beginning of our old neighbor and college relationship between Peter/Susan and me, uprooted from Maryland as a grandparent in California.  And for Jenny, who is not only an old chum of both Senior High School and College days, we can also reconnect from where we left off, no matter how far and how long we have been away.  It’s quite remarkable!



Martinez, Benicia-Martinez Bridge - Getting Closer to my end Journey - Richmond

 Richmond - I Made it Finally

BART – Bay Area Rapid Transit

            I made the journey of my first ever solo trip via San Joaquin.  Jenny, my old pal who masterfully crafted everything, arranged the rest of the trip for me.  With time and solitude on my side, I sometimes fell into a reverie about how we both, as a freshman, rode the midnight homebound train from Tainan campus to Hsinchu – 10+ hours.  We both were so young and naïve but full of ambitions to ever fulfill our life-long dreams of getting advanced degrees and settling down in this country.
BART - It's similar to DC Metro System - I feel like coming home already - I am no longer Nervous any more
2-year-old baby with her mom in torn jeans & phone on hands – it’s grandma’s eye catching the sweet baby

 Generation X/Y of SMART phones – a sight too familiar – I will be one of those items in the museum for them to look at one day
Jenny’s house in Fremont is nearby at the bottom of the hills
Amazing reunion   

            It’s a rewarding and enlightening experience - It’s not a scary world out there.  I have kept myself boxed up where I feel safe in Ventura for the past six months.  So venturing out alone is not the same thing as being lonely.   On the eve of my departure, Jenny and I both sang our beloved songs taught at our senior high school again  - Ask the Nightingales & the swallows - 問鶯燕 - 黄友棣, Bygone Days - 本事- 黄友棣 and Hearing the Flute Sound 聞笛 - 李抱忱.
She promised to go along with me on the train ride one day to anywhere we love.  Because she was the one, who makes me fall in love with the train ride so far.
HS/NCKU reunion – 88-year-old – Jenny’s mom
Downtown San Francisco
Folks in MUNI - Municipal Transit System in San Francisco
Alcatraz  
Our Tickets to Alcatraz
True Friend with Golden Gate Bridge behind us at Alcatraz
China Town


I am a tourist doing what tourists would do.  The Dim Sum is cooked for those celebrities not for us.

Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factories


I purchased one big bag for my daughter and son-in-law’s family in Portland, Oregon as a souvenir.   I found these four fortune telling phrases most true, when we all shared our trip as a family together.

. Try a new hat for a change in looks.  Be creative!

. A Pleasant Surprise is in store for you.

. You have a strong desire for a home and your family comes first.

. Your home is a pleasant place from which you will draw happiness.









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