text: “I went to the wilderness to confront the basic of life
  to be sure that when I died I would not regret living” ~ Henry David
  This old cemetery was established in 1877. |
  It has such a western sound to its name, a fitting
  resting place for a good friend.
  The historic, Willow Creek Cemetery is located a
  hundred yards off the Airline Highway, route 25. I must have gone by the Willow Creek Road a thousand times and
  never knew the cemetery existed until today.
  The cemetery, established in 1877, is about 5 miles south of Paicines, California.
  The weather lately has been spring-like and perfect for
  riding a motorcycle. But today, the
  rain clouds have moved back into California and my rain gear is on me even
  before I leave the house.
  The ceremonies start at 1 p.m. and the Pinnacles are a good 4
  hours from Three Rivers. Normally, my
  ride takes me on scenic Highway 198, past Coalinga, and then north on Highway
  25 to the Pinnacles. I stop for gas at
  Harris Ranch and because of the steady rain, decide to take interstate 5 heading
  north. "It will save you some time," I tell
  himself. Years ago, I left Paicines on
  an off beaten country road called Little Panoche Road that ties into Interstate
  5. Yep, this is the route I'll
  take. It will save me 30 minutes and I
  must arrive at the cemetery by 1 p.m.
  The rain is fierce and the traffic seems to be going 100 mph
  despite the downpour. There ahead of me
  is a motor home going slower. I figure
  it is safer behind a slower vehicle even if I catch more rain. A few times, my bike hydroplanes and it is
  nerve-wracking. Finally, the off-ramp
  for Little Panoche Road is up ahead. It
  will take me to Paicines. The rain is
  still coming down but this country road is heaven in comparison to the insane interstate. The cows are everywhere,
  eating tall green grass. I do not see
  another vehicle on this isolated road.
  The rain has stopped.
  I'm about two miles from Paicines and the brief sun will help dry me
  out. The Willow Creek Cemetery isn't
  far, a bit further south and I'll be there in time. The easy-going woodland hillsides, cows, and open land agrees
  A bit more relaxed, I reminisce.
  We both worked early in our careers for the National Park
  Service at a little place called Pinnacles National Monument. He was in Maintenance and I was in
  Administration but at a little place like Pinnacles, organizational lines are
  easily blurred. Everyone did
  everything. Your first job is always
  important, memory-wise. But the group of
  people there become lifelong friends.
  When I first met him, I liked him. He was a cowboy at heart, a hard worker, a excellent hunter, and
  loved to barbeque. "Bob, have you
  ever eaten wild boar?" he asked.
  "Come by the house and have some." He lived in a small house, just off San Benito Lateral. It was a beautiful area and just a bit
  further down the road was the Bar SZ Ranch where hundreds of horses
  grazed. His good friend Jim Shields
  lived nearby on his ranch. "I got this pig, just up that canyon," he points with his hand. Denise and I loved the meal, the setting, and
  his company. Later, he would invite me
  to a cattle branding on John Shields ranch; a neighbor, and Jim's dad. He was very good on a horse and I helped them where I could.
  His career with the National Park Service would take him to
  Everglades National Park where I heard he did a great job. "The mosquitoes were unreal," he
  once told me "so I had to look elsewhere for work." That elsewhere became Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks
  where we met up again. Now, he wasn't
  riding horses much but Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Eventually, he bought a house in Three Rivers and lived less than
  1/2 mile from us.
  "Retirement is great Bob, you're going to love
  it." Although we never did ride
  motorcycles together, he was one of the first to see my new Yamaha Road
  Star. He rode his bike to Sturgis one
  year and with some help, he pointed me there well. Oh yes, a cowboy, a hard worker, a hunter, a great cook, and a
  biker. There is one more thing to add,
  a rock climber. You'd never know but he
  helped our Mountain Climbing Search and Rescue Team at Pinnacles and
  successfully climbed the Elephant.
  That's what I'm thinking about as I approach the Willow
  His daughter Mary welcomes me. I tell her that your mom and dad took us to dinner in Tres Pinos
  when we first got to Pinnacles in 1971. She was
  about 1 year old at the time. It is
  12:30 p.m. so my decision to take the Panoche Road worked.
  There are many local people here today, as well as some
  retired National Park Service employees. Many wear cowboy
  hats, boots looking like they had just come from working in the fields.
  I am impressed with the words
  spoken, first by his daughter Mary and then his younger brother Richard, and then
  older brother Ken.
  Mary was emotional
  but her words came out nonetheless. "In
  the final days of his life, he requested two things," she said
  "Bury me next to my friend, Jim Shields." |
  "First, he wanted me to see if he could be buried at the Willow Creek Cemetery. And second, if permission was granted, he
  asked to be buried next to his friend, Jim Shields."
  Mary approached the Willow Creek Cemetery
  Caretaker with his sincere request.
  She then told her dad that his requests had
  been granted. "That put a big
  simile on his face," Mary said.
  The ceremony was simple, yet, powerful.
  "Once he knew where he would rest," he said: "Have several bottles of my fine
  whiskey, pour everyone a shot, and have a toast."
  With our shots in hand, one cowboy asked if he could make
  the toast and his words tearfully faded ...
  good friend Gary Bornholdt"
  Gary J. Bornholdt July 29, 1942 - May 28, 2015. |
  Peaceful, Willow Creek Cemetery in the foothills. |
  My iron horse approaching the Willow Creek Cemetery. I stop to say a silent prayer. |
  Pinnacles National Park. When we worked there, it was Pinnacles National Monument. |
  High Peaks Trail ~ Pinnacles National Park. Gary hiked these trails frequently. |