Saturday, August 31, 2024

August 31, 2024 - Park Ridge Lookout

 


Title: August 31, 2024 - Park Ridge Lookout
Hike Info : Description :  
Background : Extra Photo's 
Hike Info:
Type: Lookout

Description:

Prescribed Burn and Morning Light
I woke up from a good sleep, about 0600 this morning. Most of the night I was smelling smoke, maybe it's because I am on the floor. But Sherri also says she smelt smoke at times. The smoke has settled in all around us, giving us a nice sunrise. I finally arise from my sleeping bag at 0700, about the time Sherri does. I go for a short 20 minute walk-the AQI is 114 around here, but I do need to stretch my legs before I settle into the morning business of being a fire lookout.

And we do settle in earlier than usual as we are on extended hours this weekend. This means that with Sequoia National Forest, we go in-service at 0800 and get off at 2000. It makes for a long day, but with the two of us, it is not too bad. At 0800 we went in-service with Buck Rock following quickly afterwards.

Not much activity on our part, particularly with as much smoke and haze. We went in service with Porterville with three miles visibility. By the time we go in service with Ash Mountain Fire, it is five miles. Still a lot of territory is hidden which it would be hard to tell if there is new smoke, or just smoke from the Coffeepot Fire. When we do look at this fire, there is a bit of a hump in the clouds which we take as the smoke directly after the fire.

We have three visitors from Fresno. We talk with them about various aspects of being a lookout, as well as points of interest. The latter being limited by the smoke.

Inversion layer trapping smoke

 When they leave, it is back to the normal scanning for smoke. But not a whole bunch. Normally there are peaks which I can gawk at and birds to follow. But today with the smoke, the mountains are hidden. I did see three hawks flying in formation, which was interesting. But for the most part we cannot see far. The AQI keeps bouncing around the 150 mark, but the nose is not picking it up. The eyes are smarting a little bit, but not much.


Sunset


Today, we had three sets of visitors, about three hours apart. The first is from Fresno. I do my shtick with two of them. But the third person seems to be a lot more interested in lookout operations-his companions say that he wants to work for Fish and Game. They did ask us if we got bored, not here so much as at Delilah. But you also need to enjoy the solitude as well as the tediousness of doing scan after scan after scan without spotting any smoke.

The second group is actually are unrelated. Sherri talks with them about fire lookouts. Two of them leave. But the third is interested in lookouts and asks questions and is thrilled to see a fire finder. He has been to many unstaffed lookouts, but this is the first time he has seen one. We talk for a while and find out that he is from Alaska. We explained that is something we want to do and asked him about the Alaskan Railroad. His mother has worked for them and he is very familiar with it. He gives us some pointers.

Then a couple of hours later, a family from the Bay Area, but originally from France comes by. We talked for a while about hikes and places and lookouts before they leave.

Then it is back to the regular stuff-actually there was a lot of regular stuff mixed in between the visitors, including while Sherri was on duty, I took an hour long nap. Woke up pretty refreshed.

Lookout at Night
All throughout the day, there has been limited visibility. Sherri gets a phone call from E32 on SQF. They would like to pay us a visit. Great! If there are new people on the engine, it is good to have them see what each lookout can see, so they will have a better understanding of what is being called in. It will be about an hour before they can make it up here.

But that changes at 1630. Patrol 32 has come across relatives of a person who has been lost for the past three days. They have found him at the bottom of a cliff, apparently alive and doing relatively OK. But it will take a major effort to get him out. So Engine 32 turns around, even as they are on our road and heading towards us. They and half of the District, emergency response from Hume Lake Christian Camps, SEKI, CalFire, and even Fish and Game get involved. Eventually a helicopter is brought in to airlift them to Hume Lake. Apparently, all are doing well as after a little while, the person is released.

During all of this, I go out of service with Ash Mountain Fire. Sherri gets our dinner ready, a Birds Eye chicken noodle conglomerate. We keep on doing our lookout thing for Sequoia National Forest. The sun goes down and the air gets cool. Instead of seeing smoke, I start to see the twinkling of lights, both from houses which are inhabited and the cars returning late to their camps. It is a magical time. Even as the sun has set and the land darkens, there is a faint red glowing at the CoffeePot Fire. At 2000 we, and Delilah and Buck Rock all go out of service. Now it is time just to relax and get ready for bed.




Background

 Places which our new Alaskan friend talked about:

  • Talkennta
  • Koiak
  • Mt Healy
  • Anchorage
  • Lake Clark
  • Belous(?) Nome
  • Portage Glacier
  • Wrangell Island
  • Katmai (Bears)
  • Salty Dawg, Homer

 


Extra Photo's

 

Fading glow against smoke

Smoke blocking view

Cannot see more than three miles away

Morning Sun

 






 

 

Friday, August 30, 2024

August 30, 2024 - Park Ridge Lookout and Hike

 


Title: August 30, 2024 - Park Ridge Lookout and Hike
Hike Info : Description : Extra Photo's : Flowers and Plants
Hike Info:

Type: Hiking : Lookout

Trail head:  Big Stump Parking Lot

Trail: Book Stump Loop

Destination:  Loop

Distance:  1.74 miles

Start Time: 1:23

End Time:  2:59

Travel Time: 1:35  (1.10 mph)

Moving Time: 1:01   (1.69 mph)

Elevation Rise:  308'

Descent: 289‘

Maximum Elevation: 6,397'

GPS Tracks


Sherri on the trail

Description:

Got up at 0600, probably because I am used to getting up at this time. Last night we got home after 2200 from the theater. The Second Space group put on Our Town and our House Church went to it, including dinner at Cucas. This is a bit late for me, but that is fine. Also Steve from Cambria came over to join us and is staying with us. With all of that I went to bed a bit late.

After I got up, I finished up my notes on John Mark Comer’s book Practicing the Way. It is both a pretty basic book, but one which is a good reminder about what it means to follow Jesus. By the time 0900 rolls around, all of us are up and we head to the Train Depot for breakfast. Satisfying, like always. Enough so, that lunch was not needed on my part. When we get back home, Sherri finishes packing.

Gary on the trail

We are able to leave by 1130. The drive is not bad and we make good time, getting to the Park entrance around 1300. The ranger recognizes the Buck Rock Foundation magnetic sign on the side of the car and waves us through, after we talk for a few minutes. It is great to be recognized like that.



A determined Sherri
We had not decided on what hike to do. But when we stopped at Big Stump, we decided that the two mile loop is good. So down the trail we went. We shortly met a fellow volunteer, V37, who shooed some hikers off of a trail which is being worked on. Then we had a bit of a discussion about various places and the smoke. We each continue on our way, rounding the meadow and going on the featherbed trail. When we get to the Mark Twain Tree , we break for lunch. Sherri actually has lunch, I have a few bites of my GORP. Then onward we go. After crossing the road into the Park, we continued on, at an easy clip. We are maybe a third of a mile from the car, when we see someone stopping a little ways in front of us. When we met him we talked for a bit. His parents are campground hosts at Stoney Creek and he is staying with them. We talked about various places to go to. Sunday they are going to the Buck Rock Open House. Yea!

 

 

It is not much further back to the car. We decided to go to the visitor center and look around for a few minutes. On the way into the Visitor Center, we see some people in blue T-Shirts saying Trans-Sierra

Gary, caught in a time warp
. I recognize this as a group which a friend of ours from church started to bring the outdoor experience to his elementary students. Now one of his people is carrying on. Turns out that Chris is in the group and Mike will be picking them up when they complete their trip going over Whitney. Small world. Chris recognizes my name as we have connected with him via email.

 Into the visitor center we go. Sherri to browse their selection, and I to ask about the Dark Sky Event in a week. They do not have much on the Dark Sky event, except what is on the website. But they are also trying to help some people trying to get to Eshom. I suggest a route, of course, I cannot help myself. After the Visitor Center we went and bought an ice cream bar and split it.

 

 

 

Then it is on the road up towards Panoramic Point. We take the service road over to Park Ridge. We got there about 1620. Nancy has an early morning date at Buck Rock, so she is happy to leave early. Her friend, John from Maryland, sticks around and we talk for a good half an hour about various things.

CoffeePot Fire as seen from Park Ridge Lookout

 Once he leaves, we start hauling stuff up for our three night stay. That is food and water and bags and mats and clothing and our playthings (i.e., computer). Once we get settled in, it is time to do the scans and listen to the radio and keep the logs. At 1750, we went out of service with Ash Mountain Fire. But we will be in service until 2000 with Porterville.


Smoke to the west of Park Ridge Lookout

As the evening progresses, the sun gives a display in the clouds. Also the CoffeePot fire smoke becomes more defined and looking immense. After about 1930, it really is too dark to see smoke from unwanted fires, so I switch over to trying to see if there is any red light which might indicate fire. When I looked towards the south, there definitely was red, a lot of red. We can see the flames and glow from the CoffeePot Fire and it appears to be much larger than I thought. We are looking at it from 20+ miles away and it is big.


 

At 2000, we go out of service and Buck Rock does the same right after us. It takes a little while for us to get situated. So it is after 2130 before we get into our bags and turn off the light.

 

 

 Extra Photo's

Afternoon smoke from CoffeePot Fire

More smoke from CoffeePot Fire

Panorama of the smoke spread

Smoke and Hills

Sherri's selfie

More smoke and hills to the south


 
Flowers and Plants


Checker Bloom

Chinquapin

Indian Paintbrush

Alpine Aster

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

August 28, 2024 - Indian Basin Walk

 


Title: August 28, 2024 - Indian Basin Walk
Hike Info : Description : BackgroundAnimals : Flowers and Plants
Hike Info:

Type: Hiking

Trail head: Princess Campground

Trail:  Indian basin Grove Interpretive Trail

Destination:  Loop

Distance:  1.1 miles 1

Elevation Rise:  145'

Descent: 144‘

Maximum Elevation: 5,938'

 1Distance and elevation information is from a previous walk done on August 22, 2022.

Description:

Sherri and I are going on our first meetup hike in a while Not because we have not tried-just not often. Many times the event got canceled. So we are excited to go and to go on a John and Cathy hike. It has been a long time.

This hike is an interpretive trail out of Princess Campground close to Hume Lake. The trail goes through a portion of the Indian Basin Grove which was extensively logged over a hundred years ago. We have done it several times. It is a trail which talks about the logging, the people and the environment of the area. Also the paved part of the trail is made for accessibility.

There are only four parking places, but the camp hosts allows for cars to be parked in a spot which will not be used until the afternoon. Once all are gathered together, about 10, we start off. John had asked if Sherri and I would head up the front of the pack. There were twelve people who walked this.

I set a pace along the lines of a stroll. When we got to areas of interest, then I babbled about its background. You can see some of the stuff which I knew about below. When we go a little ways, the trail splits into two loops. Sherri takes a group along the shorter, paved loop. I take the remaining group around the longer, dirt trail.

Those poor people get punished with my humor. Such as I told them that a group of us once saw a moose out here. Of course there is a bit of disbelief as there are no natural moose in California. They did understand that the reason the moose is not around now is that it melted.

About the time we got back to the cars, the shorter loop people also got back there. We jumble back into the cars, and take off. We stopped at Big Stump to order our pizzas from Bear Mountain Pizza. It is a 35 minute drive down to the restaurant. We all enjoy a time of comradery there before departing for our homes.

Us? We stopped at a furniture store, Designs in Oak, and ordered some furniture. We then make it home about 2:30. Glad we went up there today, even if we will be back up in the same area a couple of days from now.



Background

Princess Campground. This spectacular site has three campground loops - Shining Cloud, Yellow Moon, and Morning Star. It has the greatest number of huge, old Sequoia tree stumps and young Sequoia trees along with a pleasant variety of conifers. Shade is good throughout the campground; privacy between camp sites is fair to good. Princess Campground is in the middle of Indian Basin Grove next to Indian Basin Meadow and Creek. From the Sequoia National Forest web site

Indian Basin Grove Indian Basin Grove is a mid size grove of 448 acres with the popular Princess Campground and Indian Basin interpretive trail within its boundaries. Before the Forest Service acquired the grove in the 1930s the area was privately owned. Between 1901 and 1907 the Sanger Lumber Company removed all the mature trees including the ancient giant sequoias. Lumbermen hauled the trees by cable railways over Converse Mountain and down the backside of the mountain to the historic Converse Mill. Massive, giant sequoia stumps remain as silent reminders of the great trees that once grew here. Young giant sequoias have replaced many of the giants that fell to the saw demonstrating the species resilience. In tree ring studies, the stumps continue to help scientists piece together prehistoric and historic weather patterns, fires and droughts. The grove is easy to reach by car on State Highway 180. It is best to visit in the summer because the road can be snowy and icy in the winter. The grove is about 215 acres with sequoias mainly on the south side of Indian Basin Creek. From the Sequoia National Forest web site

This seems to be one of the lesser known/referenced groves of Sequoias.

Indians gathered at Indian Basin to sell their wares to lumbermen when the area was heavily logged in the 1890's. (Fry and White, 113) Peter Browning, Places Named of the Sierra Nevada

Converse. Once contained a very extensive grove of the finest big trees; now completely destroyed by lumbering.

CHARLES P. CONVERSE Converse , who erected the courthouse , was also the first man to occupy one of its dungeon cells as a prisoner for the homicide of William H. Crowe on election day in September , 1876. The grand jury liberated him on the theory that he had acted in self defense . The homicide historically illustrates the passions that political campaigns aroused in those days . With the exception of William Aldrich , the pick and shovel miner , as the sole Republican for years before and after the war , every other man in the county was either an Andrew Jackson or a Jeff Davis Democrat , excepting a few old - line Whigs , who though their party expired with Daniel Webster , still held to their beliefs and scouted the new Republican doctrines . Thus any political quarrel in the county could only arise in the house of Democracy itself . It arose during the shrievalty campaign of J. S. Ashman and James N. Walker , honest , capable and uncompromising Democrats , and both incum- bents of the office for two terms each .

Converse announcing himself for rotation in office , espoused the cause . of Walker with all energy and activity in a " hot and exciting canvass " not so much between the principals as between " rash and reckless adherents . " Election day passed off quietly with the exception of the presence of armed men in public . The vote was light , and all qualified electors had voted by three o'clock in the afternoon when by common consent the count was started in the courtroom . Converse was in front of Payne's saloon , when a cobble hurled from within by a half drunken fellow passed close to his head . He fired at his assailant , missed aim and ball lodged high in the wall . Crowe , a confederate of the cobble thrower , sneaked up behind Converse and struck . him on the back of the head with slungshot , only the thickness of a felt hat protected the skull from fracture . Stunned by the blow , Converse fell to his knees but arising fired and shot Crowe through the body . Crowe fell on hands and knees ten feet away , and tried to arise , and mutual friends rushed in to aid . In the general melee , John Dwyer , teamster with the original fort garrison and for years later in Fresno the driver of the " sand wagon , " took to his heels to avoid the bullets and in the flight his hat was blown off by a leaden messenger . Con- verse struggled against a throng whom he fought as supposed assailants , but was landed finally on the courthouse steps and by multitude of hands his Samson like strength was overcome . After this tragedy , be became " more uneasy , irresolute and unsettled . " He withdrew into the mountains , south of the Kings River . There he laid claim upon location to " a large amphitheater of forest and chaparral en- circled by mountain ridges . " It bears to this day the name of " Converse Basin , " though he never secured title . It has been ruthlessly denuded of its timber , including Big Trees , in the Millwood lumber mill operations . Upon return to the plains , he professed reformation , was admitted as a member of an orthodox church and publicly baptized in a font excavated for the cere- mony . For a time he discharged faithfully the newly assumed responsi- bilities , regained the confidence of former friends and secured that of new ones . He was in the real estate business , but the old unrest seized him and he drifted to San Francisco , where for ten years or more " his checkered life was spent in desultory endeavors to keep starvation at bay . " He an- nounced himself as a mining expert and engineer . Converse was a striking figure , six feet tall , weighed 200 pounds or more , and in later years was largely developed abdominally . He was a man of great physical strength , and an expert swimmer , a demonstrated accomplishment that is cited to refute the assertion by some that his drowning in San Francisco Bay was accidental . The fact is that he met death in a second attempt at suicide , and when the waters of the bay gave up the corpse it was weighted with rocks , a circumstance that alone effectually disposes of the accidental death claim . He was a sociable companion , but a change came over him after Gaster's disappearance . A shadow seemed to hover over him , say those who had known him in the days of abandon , when he was not always overneat or precise in attire , and yet was remembered for kindly and animated face , topped by a shock of stand - up - straight - in - the - air hair . For one of his physical proportions , Converse was of intense mental and business activity . He was a man of means in his day . Among his activ- ities were the lumbermill at Crane Valley , which after the 1862 flood passed into the hands of George McCullough . The ferry below Millerton , likewise the property on the village side of the river , also went to others . He was known as far back as 1851 , when he and T. C. Stallo were general mer- chants at Coarse Gold . So well established was his reputation for restless- ness and financial improvidence , that despite strong partisanship and posi- tion he was never seriously considered politically . In connection with his Kings River sojourn , he tried to exploit a plan to cut the virgin timber in the basin , float the logs down the stream to railroad connection , and from there out as lumber from the saw mill . Converse was a glib and plausible talker and almost interested capital in the enterprise . Logs had been floated to prove the feasibility of the water transportation . A financial panic came on and capital dropped him . With the building of the railroad , Converse is found on its payroll as a legislative lobbyist and an active partisan of its proposition of a $ 5,000 a mile subsidy for constructing the road through the valley counties . Senator Thomas Fowler made one of his record fights against the measure and the legislature killed it in the end . The closing years of Converse's checkered career were spent in San Francisco as a curbstone broker and mining expert , pursuing such a precarious course that not infrequently he was on the verge of starvation . To hail a former Fresno acquaintance was like clutching at the straw by the drowning man , for it meant a temporary loan , never to be repaid , to hold off the gaunt wolf of hunger . A perfunctory coroner's inquest with no relatives or acquaintances attending , and with no effort at a positive identification of the barely recognizable remains has left a doubt on which has been impinged a far fetched belief , entertained by some , that he returned to his native state and there ended his days a charge on the bounty of an old negro " mammy " in Georgia . This is manifestly incorrect for well is it remembered that A. H. Statham financed Converse to go to Georgia to claim an inheritance . It was thought he had been rid of for good and always , but the surprise was when he returned to close a subsequent precarious career in San Francisco . Extraordinary physical energies and activities , excellent intellectual abilities and fine social qualities were combined in a strange make up , with many elements of goodness that would have made him a useful and influen- tial citizen , had he not lacked the regulating balance wheel of rigid principle , or perhaps if his lot had not been cast among the turbulent and restless scenes of early California life . Converse and Gaster are in unmarked graves , yet singularly on the present site of Millerton stand , side by side , only two structures of the days when they lived , monuments to their memory - the courthouse that Converse built and the adobe saloon where Folsom & Gaster held forth , and Payne after them . Payne was shot in the leg in May , 1873 , and bled to death at Tripp & Payne's store on the Tollhouse road to Humphrey & Mock's mill . It was a wanton act , claimed to have been an accidental shot after target pastime by John Williams , a negro , who in December , was sent to the penitentiary for two years for manslaughter . Payne had sold his saloon to retire from business , and was buried at the fort .

Charles Converse took up timberlands here in the ’70s. He had come to California in 1849, and was in the vicinity of Millerton about 1852. He ran a ferry across the San Joaquin at what is now Friant until 1869. Built the first jail in Fresno County, and was the first person confined in it. (L. A. Winchell, George W. Stewart.) Place Names of the High Sierra (1926) by Francis P. Farquhar

There is a sign on the Indian Basin Grove Interpretive Trail which has information on Converse. It also talks about his wife who eventually divorced him.

From the Family Search site: When Charles Portor Converse was born on 13 November 1829, in Detroit, Wayne, Michigan Territory, United States, his father, Elijah Damon Converse, was 39 and his mother, Rebecca Abbott, was 37. He married Eunice Charlotte Henderson on 21 February 1869, in Fresno, California, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons. He lived in Columbus, Franklin, Ohio, United States in 1850 and Fresno, California, United States in 1880. He died on 21 December 1904, in San Francisco, San Francisco, California, United States, at the age of 75, and was buried in Oakland, Alameda, California, United States.

From Fresno County's write-up on Lost Lake:In 1852, Charles Converse established the Converse Ferry near the north end of the present campground. Converse would go on to design and construct the first Fresno County Courthouse that is located at Millerton Lake. Converse Ferry would change names several times before being named the community of Friant.

Forty - two years a bachelor , the marriage of Dr. Leach in 1872 to Mrs. Mathilda Converse , former wife of C. P. Converse , was an event as fortuitous as was his decision to remain in Fresno when he had resolved to return east . He was a boarder with Mrs. Converse . She had decided to give up catering to boarders and not knowing where to find a home table he proposed marriage and was accepted . The Leach residence in Fresno City was for years on K street ( officially designated Van Ness Avenue ) on the location now occupied by the Sequoia Hotel .



Hoist. There is a sign on the Indian Basin Grove Interpretive Trail which talks about a Roy Rob Hoist. Hoist operated a mechanical donkey used to drag the Sequoias to a flume so they could go down and be cut. I am assuming that Roy Rob Hoist is who this ridge is named after.

Within the Centennial of the Sequoia National Forest there is a paragraph which says: Hoists were used, along with log chutes, to transport logs to mills, rough sawn lumber to the drying yards, and to the flumes. Converse Hoist was located on Hoist Ridge. Remnants of the hoists, such as the Rob Roy hoist, and evidence of the chutes can be seen today in some areas. This indicates there may not have been a connection with the name of Roy Rob. But it does indicate that Hoist Ridge was named after the hoist which moved the logs along the ridge.


Animals

Lorquin's Admiral


 
Flowers and Plants


California Goldenrod


Monday, August 26, 2024

August 26, 2024 - Weaver Lake from Fox Meadow Trailhead

 


Title: August 26, 2024 - Weaver Lake from Fox Meadow Trailhead
Hike Info : Description : Extra Photo's : Flowers and Plants

Hike Info:

Type: Hiking

Trail head: Fox Meadow Trailhead

Trail: Weaver Lake

Destination:  Weaver Lake

Distance:  4.12 miles 

Start Time: 11:26

End Time:    4:00

Travel Time: 4:34  (0.90 mph)

Moving Time: 2:38   (1.56 mph)

Elevation Rise:  905'

Descent: 905‘

Maximum Elevation: 8,756'

GPS Tracks




Description:

I got up at 5:30 and noted that there was no lightning to report. Then I spent the next couple of hours doing a few misc things. Such as there seems to be an issue when a person sends an email with an attachment to an AT&T address, such as when the Buck Rock people do that. So I spent half an hour explaining the issue. AT&T support then elevated the issue and said that I would hear back from them.

We also went to the church and dropped off some gift cards. And this was the root of a conflict this morning. One interpretation was that I was to drop off the cards and return; the other was that we would drop off the cards on the way to the trailhead. We ended up doing the latter, about 9:30, an hour later than anticipated. Which was the right interpretation? We will never know.

I drove on the way up and there were no real issues except for an occasional slow driver. When we entered the Park, I asked the ranger about our entry Friday. His reply was to come in early as it would be the start of the Labor Day weekend. We continue on towards Big Meadows, stopping at the snow trailhead for use of the bathroom.

 

 

Sherri almost to lake
Usually we will start at the Big Meadows Trailhead, but there is a second one at Fox Meadow. This is both a bit higher and takes off about a mile and a half from the trail. Given our late start, we opt for Fox Meadow. The one drawback of Fox Meadow, besides the fact we shortchanged ourselves of some of the trail, is the road. The road is 14S16 which gives you the idea it is a Forest Service road and non-paved. It is a bit rocky and rutted from some runoff. So we get jostled around, but nothing more than our Highlander is OK with.








Steven's Hammock

Gary Resting

Our boots touch the ground at 11:30.It is a short couple hundred yards walk till we meet the trail to Weaver Lake. This is a trail we have been on many a time. So the trail is not new to us. Last time we were on this trail, it was 112 in the Valley and very hot up here. We stopped at the creek which feeds Fox Meadow for lunch around noon. This is the same creek last time Sherri stopped here and thought it best not to go on. But today we all go on.

After our 12:00 lunch, we continue on. There is a good exposed rise out of this creek. But once we complete this rise, it is more rolling over ridges and down to creeks. Steven and Korra have gone ahead. When Sherri and I get to Weaver Lake, about 1:30, Steven has already set up a hammock and is wading in the lake. Korra does not seem as sure about going out into the water, but eventually does join Steven.

Sherri and Gary
Sherri and I stay on land and enjoy the beauty of the lake. Being in the shade is a bit cool with the breeze blowing through. But when in the sun, it is warm with the ultraviolet rays being able to penetrate in the sun.

We must have been a bit tired as we just enjoyed the rest for an hour. At 2:30, we start our trip back. Going down the hill is a lot easier than the inbound trip. Sherri and I leave a few minutes before Steven, but he quickly catches up and passes us, getting to the car before us. Sherri and I arrive at 4.

Steven drives us back to Fresno, That road down from the trailhead, the one I took my time, Steven makes it look easy, and it certainly seemed quicker with him driving. Once in Fresno, we get cleaned up and then go to Red Robin for dinner. By the time we finished, we all felt content.



Extra Photo's




Sherri passing by Fox Meadow

Steven in Weaver Lake

Weaver Lake

Korra on Watch

Squirrel Alert

Sherri and Steven on way back to car

Fox Meadow


 
Flowers and Plants


 

Fireweed