Showing posts with label Hume Lake. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 7, 2026

October 7, 2026 - Park Ridge Lookout

 


Title: October 7, 2026 - Park Ridge Lookout

Hike Info:
Type:Lookout

Description:

It was a good night, full of stars, many of which I could make out even without my glasses. The sliver of a moon did not rise up until a few hours before I woke up at 0500. There was no lightning to report-that is what I also observed from my perch in the lookout yesterday.

PG&E Block and Tackle
By 0630 I started to move around and change into the clothes for the day. I had my normal breakfast of granola, then took what I did not need and lowered it down to the ground. From there I went on a 40 minute walk. When I returned, the PG&E contractors were there, collecting their stuff. I guess they are done with this assignment.

By this time, it is 0900 and I go and do the lookout thing to get ready to go into service at 0930. But at 0916, Porterville comes on the radio and says the command channels will be down for 20 minutes. So much for the 0930 going into service.

Morning light
This throws me off a bit. Around 0940 I realized I had not gone into service with Ash Mountain Fire (AMF). Portervilles’s issue gets resolved and I go into service. I also ask if channel 4 is available. Affirmative. A short time later, Porterville does their weather and staffing. Well sort of. There is static during the weather part. Then during staffing, I hear about 30 seconds and then it silence until the Great Western Divide staffing gets read. I missed the Hume Lake Ranger District’s staffing, which is what I wanted. Evidently, I was not the only one as Buck Rock radio’s me if I heard who our duty officer is? Negative. But I had seen that BC31 is our duty offer.




A little while later, Wendy called about a few things. She asked that I unplug the refig before I leave, so that it would defrost for the Saturday closing of the lookout. I asked if there was anything else she would want done? Yes, if I could look in the visitor log and count the number which we have gotten this season. That is what I spend most of the day on when I am not doing lookout things.

At 1230 I have my dinner of quesadillas. I then take the weather and do a scan. After that, it was time to have a rest period. I set my time for 15 minutes, then get back into scanning. I finished counting visitors at 1430.

This makes it two and half hours until I go out of service at

Park Ridge for the season. Park Ridge Lookout will be going out of service for the season Saturday and I have things I need to do so staffing again up here is not an option. So I know I will need to wait until next year to be back on the catwalk. There is an appreciation of the time I have been up here. But also a bit of sadness that I will have to wait. I will be able to do other things during that time. Still it is a sense of sadness and longing. The other two lookouts, Buck Rock and Delilah, look like they will be going out of service by the end of the month. I probably will not be able to get to Delilah either.

  

Flag over Park Ridge

Oh well, I guess that is enough mopping around. I should start cleaning up the lookout. I do not see that it is that too beneficial to clean the windows since Saturday the lookout closes. Before I can get very far, I have two couples from North Carolina. My first visitors in two days. They are suitably impressed with my babbling. But I am more impressed with one of the wives. She overcame her fear of heights and came up to the catwalk, but quickly came into the safety of the cab. She is successful on our trip down the stairs, looking at her husband’s back.

At 1600 the weather and burn indexes are reported, but it is very staticy. Not that it really matters since the lookout will be vacant tomorrow. I work on finishing cleaning up. When I do one of the final scans, to the south, there is a whole murder of crows squawking and circling around. At 1655 my final visitor, from Medford, Oregon, came up the stairs. He sees that I have packed up and is just about out to close up. We do talk for a while, enough to give him an idea of what happens in the lookout.

At 1708 I go out of service. With the rope system, I am able to get everything down in one load. With a last look, I say farewell to the lookout. An enjoyable season, all seven days I spent up here.

It turns out that I have a bit more fun going back home-good fun. On the way out, I come across my final visitor who was at the saddle. He still needs to set up his campsite, so he accepted a ride to his car at Panoramic Point. After dropping him off, I head down to the Grant Grove Village. It seemed like every quarter mile there is a car coming up. Where are all of there folks going I wonder.

When I get down to the Village, a woman flags me down. She is by herself and her rental car dows not seem to be very reliable as far as showing how much fuel she has. After my usual disclaimer on how little I know about vehicles, we talk about the symptoms. I think she is OK that it may have to do with how the gas sloshed around on mountain roads. She is pleased and calls me “cheeky”-she is English. I think she is trying to compliment me. After this, it is a normal drive back to Fresno. I get back in time for our family Zoom.




Saturday, September 19, 2026

September 19, 2026 - Park Ridge Lookout

 

Title: September 19, 2026 -  Park Ridge Lookout

Hike Info:
Type:Lookout

Description:

I woke up a couple of times last night, which is not unusual these days. What is not normal in my life is being able to look out the window from my sleeping bag and enjoy the stars from the perch of a fire lookout. That is just wonderful. Maybe I should get paid in stars instead of sunsets. But that means staying overnight. Such a tough life!

At 0615, I woke up as the light was starting to get bright enough to disturb my slumber. Still no lightning to report-no surprise there. I then had breakfast and cleaned myself up. Also cleaned up the cab a bit so that when visitors come, they do not get the real me. Since I am going home today, I took a load down to the car-my sleeping bag and dirty clothes.

There was still about 45 minutes before I needed to play lookout for the day. So I went for a 40 minute walk which consisted of going down the road and walking the Park Ridge Trail for about a third of a mile. Along the way, I got some nice early morning views of the front country. Looking out, the smoke from the Dome Fire is different today. Instead of looking at haze out towards the valley, the view of the Valley is relatively clear. But about 8,000’ there is a layer of dark clouds, which is the smoke which has gotten trapped in the inversion layer. At least it does not look like I am breathing it.

By 0840, I am back in the cab and opening up for the day. At 0900, I start doing the things which lookouts do: taking the weather, raising the flag and doing a scan. The relative humidity is 22%, a bit low, but not reportable yet. And then another scan. 0930 comes along and I go into service with Porterville and Ash Mountain Fire. Buck Rock goes into service when I do; Delilah is not staffed today due to sickness.

Now onto a normal day of scanning and listening to the radio. At 1005. Porterville does their weather and staffing. Then more scanning and listening. A friend, Don, called around 1040 and asked a few things. At 1115, my first visitor of the day came. We talked for about 15 minutes, explaining lookout life and showing locations.

Ar 1139, I hear sirens below me. Highway 180 and the General’s Highway are about half of a mile away. I hear on the radio Division 3 is responding to an accident, but the location is uncertain, but someplace along 180. There seems to be two locations being broadcast. Division 3 asks for clarification and they figure out that there are two accidents: one is a car accident on 180; the other is a medical emergency at the Hume Lake Christian Camp. No wonder there was a concern about what was being responded to.

At 1200 my second group of visitors came along. One of them calls up and says, Is that Gary? This is Ziegler. I know that name. He retired as Chief 1 from SEKI a few years back. He has hiked up here with his wife and a friend, Bridget. After they ate their lunch at the picnic bench below, they came on up. Ziegler knows the lookout well and there is no need to do my prattle with him. I know that he and Wendy have a connection, so I phone her up and let them talk while I do lookout things.







Bridget and I talk for a few minutes until a group of eight women from Indianapolis comes up. This is the start of about an hour and a half of visitors. All of them are interesting and interested in being up here. Their origins range from Fresno to Florida. There are lots of conversations with questions extends from can we see
Whitney-no, to how long do I stay up here-this time two days, one night. One over achiever family-father and two grown up daughters flew in from Texas this morning came up here and hiked, will be going back to Fresno tonight and then on to Yosemite tomorrow. Much more than I could do now and maybe ever.

 

I had my lunch, or should I say dinner, of lasagna after everyone leaves and I have taken the weather. It is a good time to rest and just enjoy being up here.

During my rest time, I saw that there was no one coming in tomorrow. The person coming in could not make it. I was planning on staying up here for two days, with today being the last day. Pondering if I could or wanted to stay one more night and part of the day. I talked with Sherri and we agreed that if I left in the early afternoon, that would be OK. I let Wendy know-she is one happy camper.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty much what a fire lookout wants-borning. Remember my prayer: Lord, let there not be a fire on my watch, but if there is, let me find it. At 1750, I went out of service with both Ash Mountain Fire and Porterville. 

 

I have a sandwich for dinner/lunch. I saw that I had a tentative, adorable, four-legged creature just down the road from me by the transmission transformers . I rested a bit more. By this time it was after 1900 and if I wanted to stretch my legs, I would need to do it now as it would get dark soon.

I walked down the road a bit and started up the Park Ridge trail a few steps when I saw three deer on the trail. Then a fourth and fifth joined them. I just stopped, watched, trying not to disturb them. They were a bit hesitant, but then some crossed the road close by where I was standing. After about 10 minutes, I headed back to the lookout.

I got some pictures of the sunset and the lookout. The sunsets were better than last night, but the lookout was lacking. I also tried my hand again at shooting stars with the phone’s camera. I really need to get better at that. By the time I got into the cab, it was 2020. Sherri and I talked for about an hour and 20 minutes until we ran out of topics. I stayed awake for a while longer, much too long.





Extra Photo's
Smoke Layer to the northwest

Delilah Lookout

Sunset

Sunset

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

 






 

 

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

August 28, 2024 - Indian Basin Walk

 


Title: August 28, 2024 - Indian Basin Walk
Hike Info : Description : Background :  Animals : 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