Friday, August 12, 2011

You Can Dance if You Wawona, You Can Leave Your Friends Behind




A couple of days ago, Rojo and I reunited after weeks apart and spent the day walking from the Gacier Point Road to our buddy Joe's house in Wawona. A marathon day, as Jason calls them, since they are about 26 miles. This one took us out to Ostrander Lake and then cross country to Hart Lake and over Horse Ridge to the Buena Vista trail. We took some snapshots of Buena Vista Lake and then continued to the famous Royal Arch Lake for lunch and a refill of water. At this point we were at the halfway mark, and as we were to find out, the rest was all downhill from there. We passed a couple more beautiful lakes and then put our heads down and marched on through the forest without much of a scenery change until near the end when we found ourselves standing at the top of Chilnualna Falls. This was at 3:30pm in direct sunlight and with all our dogs barking and looking for the finish line. We spent a little time on Joe's porch waiting for him to arrive home from work, then had a beer with him, and then got a ride back to our car and the valley. Another fine day. The postcards are of the following: the first looks out over the Tuolomnee area from above Hart Lake; the second is Royal Arch Lake; the third is Jason moving over big pieces of granite on the cross-country part of the hike, the best part, the choose your own adventure part. Enjoy.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

The Object of Our Desire (Mt. Florence)




It was a great day of traveling through the Sierra's two weeks ago, but not a day for finding our way to the top of Mt. Florence. We settled for the fact that we got to the last lake underneath Florence, and then rested and had lunch before heading back. There was lots of cross-country travel and moving through snow and boulder fields and past lakes and creeks and over passes. All in all a good day with my buddies, Shane and David. And now we know the most direct way to that obscure object of desire, Mt. Florence. Enjoy a few of the postcards from that day.