Friday, June 20, 2025
Hotter Than Hell
Kern River
One of California’s major rivers in the Kern. Its drop is very steep and it can be quite dangerous during high water. The headwaters start on the western slopes of Mt. Whitney (14,505 ft.), the highest peak in the contiguous United States. To be precise, that area feeds the South Fork. We were on the North Fork, but we don’t want to get too technical about it.
Merle Haggard wrote a rather grim song of the same title that recalled the story of his girlfriend drowning in the Kern. Very sad, but it’s also a reminder to be very cautious around swift water.
Land Of The Giants
Marvelous Marble Falls
Sequoia National Park. Many folks don’t realize that this park includes relatively low elevation foothills of the Sierra Nevada range. We thought we’d sample one of trails in this region. Alas, we didn’t make it all the way to the falls due to extreme heat and poor trail conditions.
If I were king of the world I would make sure that our national parks are always fully funded. The reality is that money to maintain these treasures is chronically limited. This leads to a Catch-22. A poorly maintained trail tends to be unpopular with the hiking public. The authorities notice this and put these trails on the deferred maintenance list, further entrenching their unpopularity. We didn’t see a single soul on this hike.
Here In California
Family
Family is very important to me. A good way to start out this year’s summer road trip was taking my dad out for a Father’s Day brunch. We followed up with a visit with my paternal grandmother in Berkeley, California.
I hadn’t seen her in ages. I think she was happy to see me and Dad, too.
I love you, Grandmummy.
Friday, March 7, 2025
Praying Hands
Chico, California is kind of an alt-Davis for me and Dad. It has that same college town vibe with really nice creekside hiking opportunities. We took advantage of that yesterday since Dad is back in town for a few days.
We also took care of some business. My passport is up for renewal (I can’t believe it’s been ten years), so we had my picture taken. It’s strange because you’re not supposed to smile, and I always smile for photos. It was hard to change the habit. The guy at the store was very patient with me.
The “praying hands” you see in the picture here are the Chico equivalent of the UC Davis “eggheads.” We visited them too (my old friends).






