ROADTRIP: Bodie State Park (and ghost town)

About 95 percent of Bodie is lost in the dust, but what remains is a fun look at what gold mining towns looked like during the rush West. The boomtown was home to about 10,000 people in the 1870s, and, had it been easier to get the railroad through the mountains, Bodie might still exist. A combination of horrible climate, backbreaking work, unpredictable economy and 65 saloons made Bodie a dangerous place to live. If you managed not to get murdered, you were likely robbed -- on foot or in your stagecoach.

Calling Bodie a ghost town is accurate, as far as there being a semi-preserved buildings in a defunct town, but Bodie is a state park, so it's unlikely you'll feel alone. The photo opportunities are abundant, but you'll likely have to wait awhile if you don't want live 'uns walking through your ghost-town shots. Also, most of the buildings are closed to the public to keep them in their pristine state of falling apart.

This is all probably for the best though, since the drive into Bodie is long, mostly because the road minimally maintained -- and closed much of the year -- and if you were to have car trouble without the hope of someone else coming along, we're talking tough times.

The turnoff to Bodie is on I-395 at Bridgeport. You can also reach it from the east off NV-95 at Hawthorne. There is a small entrance fee, and you can also buy a walking-tour booklet full of maps and other good information. Though the park is open year round, if you aren't going in the summer, visit the state park site to make sure  the road is open, and to check hours and fee information: parks.ca.gov/bodie

ROADTRIP: Manzanar War Relocation Center

In all, about 10,000 people were interned in the one square mile that makes up Manzanar War Relocation Center. Across the country, more than 100,000 people, mostly American citizens, lost their homes, possessions, money. They could only bring what they could carry -- partially dictated by government order -- and were given a couple days or a week to decide what they needed -- just long enough to really agonize over what they would be forced to leave behind. Although we use the term "internment camp", probably to differentiate from camps in other parts of the world during WWII, these camps fit the definition of concentration camps (concentrated minority groups in a prison camp), and are recognized as such.

I held it together until I read one man's story of what he remembered taking as a child: a photo of his dog.The story of internment is so awful and senseless as to be inconceivable, and there is a little boy who has to leave his dog behind -- not because there is a natural disaster, or the family has made a decision to move, but because he was born to Asian-looking parents. I say "Asian-looking" because my own home state also interned coastal Alaska Natives because they appeared vaguely Japanese. Manzanar was just the first such camp.

The government first tried a voluntary relocation -- surprisingly that didn't work -- and then after forcibly relocating 100,000 people, our government had the nerve to try and press them into military service. Again not surprisingly, few volunteered. The few who did volunteer were called "loyals" and those who declined were "disloyals". Oh, the irony of the government putting their own citizens out of house and home, and then calling them disloyal. Probably there weren't designations for "scared to say no" and "pissed off and nothing more to lose".

Of course, the Japanese men who did sign up -- the 442nd -- became one of the most decorated units to return. And the flags of those who didn't were presented to wives and mothers still behind barbed wire.

Most of the buildings are gone now, but signs still mark where the newspaper ("free" press, indeed), baseball diamond, hospital (and what remains of a beautiful Japanese-style garden) and camouflage net factory stood. There is also a monument to those who died in the camp on the site of the cemetery.

A plaque recognizing Manzanar as a historic landmark reads: "May the injustices and humiliation suffered here a a result of hysteria, racism and economic exploitation never emerge again." Amen.

ROADTRIP: New life in Death Valley

While the name conjures the idea of a place where nothing could possibly live, when you take a close look, you can easily see the tracks of snakes, lizards and birds in the sand of Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes. A natural spring feeds the beautiful gardens and swimming pool of The Inn at Furnace Creek. Sand Creek is home to a pup fish that lives nowhere else – an Ice Age leftover that adapted as the area turned from lake to desert, as well as a lot of lizards like the blue-spotted fellow below. Most everyone is blend-in brown.

Birds play in the wind around Ubehebe Crater, created when a volcano blew hundreds of years ago. And humans flock to Scotty’s Castle, not so much a castle as a millionaire’s vacation home built in the 1920s.

Getting There
Death Valley National Park is well marked from both Nevada and California, and spring is the best time to go, but watch for closed roads even as late as April. If you have, or can rent, an all-wheel or four-wheel drive vehicle, these will be your best bet because you won’t have to mess with tire chains, but if you are traveling any of these roads from October-April you might want to have some in the car just in case. Once you get out of the major cities, you’ll pay through the nose for a set.

CA-190 runs (sort of) through the middle of the park, and you can get to the west side from Reno, Sacramento or Los Angeles, and to the east side from Las Vegas.

From Reno, US-395 heads south, crosses into California, runs down the east side of Yosemite National Park, and then down the west side of Death Valley National Park, which sits along the Nevada border. From US-395, CA-190 or CA-136 head into the park.

From Sacramento, US-50 will connect with US-395 south toward the park and most of the On The Way destinations. This section of US-50, one of the most beautiful (and also called the loneliest for its stretch east of Reno) highways in the country, also goes through  Eldorado National Forest and just south of South Lake Tahoe.

From LA, US-395 heads north. From Vegas, US-95 or NV-160 will take you to Death Valley in about the same amount of time.

In the Park
There is a per-vehicle or per-person fee to enter the park, and kiosks are conveniently located. There are two hotels (ranging from pricey to holy crap) and camping in the park; check website to find information and pricing.

Leashed pets are allowed on established roadways and in parking areas only, and are not encouraged because of the extreme temperatures. The usual rules apply: Leave no trace and take only pictures. No off-roading is allowed, don’t shoot your guns and build your fires only in established pits. In other words, don’t be a jerk.

Pay careful attention to gas while driving in the park. There is a (expensive!) gas station, but it’s easy to run out while you’re seeing the sites. If you’re renting a car, take a look at the spare, jack, etc. You likely won’t have cell service in the park, and depending on the time of year, who knows when the next car will be along?