Dick's Adventures of 2026 - Part 2

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When I hiked the full loop trail here in 2015,  I came to a shady hillside a few hundred yards from the end of the trail where there were hundreds of purple brodiaea. I returned several times, hoping to repeat the experience, but only once, the following year, did I find them in such abundance. The full loop soon became more than I cared to do, but I hiked in from the trailhead to that location (counter clockwise on the loop) a few times. With the weather warming up quickly, I wanted to get in one final hike in the Pine Flat Lake area, so I decided to go on March 30 and seek the elusive brodiaea one last time.

I soon realized that even this short section of the trail is "no country for old men." Part of the reason is that I have aged more than ten years since those early hikes. But the biggest reason is the horrible, stupid "design" of the trail. When we first hiked here it was badly overgrown. We had to go up or down from the trail to get past several large logs. These were removed, and a crew wielding tools scraped all the vegetation from a three-foot wide strip around the loop other than the part that is a service road. However, they did not carve out a level path in the hillside, just removed the grass. The result is a trail that slants down across the trail at angles up to 45 degrees. Add to this a number of very steep sections covered with pebbles and loose dirt, and the route is an invitation to disaster. So this report will document my last visit to this part of the Edison Point loop trail.

But enough complaining. Despite the problems with the trail, I had a great time. There is still a lot of green grass, and quite a few flowers. The ones we see later in the season are here. The blossom called farewell-to-spring typically appears well before the calendar says it's time, but in recent years they arrive even earlier. There were a few last week, the FIRST week of the season, and quite a few more this week, both on the trail and by the road. White lupines were reaching the end of their season, vetch was again the dominant flower, and the ones I came to see, the purple brodiaea, were mostly gone to seed.

I made my way to the shady slope where the brodiaea appear and a little beyond, but I had to concentrate so hard on being careful that it was not much fun, so I soon turned back (but I'm NOT complaining). I got back up to the car and sat in my chair a while, eating a couple of granola bars and chatting with a couple who had hiked the upper (easier, safer) part of the trail.

Shortly after I started down I heard people behind me. First there were two men, one carrying a rolled up shade and some other items, the other pushing and pulling, with some difficulty, an ice chest on wheels. Later two more men followed, carrying fishing poles and other items. Eventually I could see that they had made it down to the water's edge and set up their shade.

Before I left home I had decided not to go out to eat after the hike as I usually do, but at the farthest point I hiked I realized I deserved a reward for my efforts, and went to In-N-Out for the second Monday in a row. On my previous visit, there were few people in the restaurant and no line; this time there were several people in line and most tables were occupied. Only after I talked with my daughter about my day did I realize it was the first day of spring break, which explained the large numbers of young folks present. A boy who plays soccer with my great grandson Jack was there with a friend and some family members.

--Dick Estel, March 2026

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Cat Sitting and Lewis Creek

My younger daughter in Oakhurst is a teacher. So when there is a school break, she and husband Rod often head for Tahoe for some gambling, dining and relaxation. This is when I get called to serve as their cat sitter, a job I enjoy for several reasons. I like cats, but don't want to live with one, so I get my cat fix taking care of Peanut, Newton and Pebbles. Their location, five miles above Oakhurst, is close to various hiking trails, so I can get in a hike with only a short drive. And they always leave generous gift cards for a local restaurant or two, so I can let someone else cook and serve my main meals.

As I approached Oakhurst, on an impulse I turned off Highway 41 at the top of Deadwood Grade and took Road 425B. This route  winds down the mountain to the Fresno River, where it joins a main street that goes back out to 41. My main interest was to check on two Joshua trees I had observed some years ago by a house on 425B. It seems like an unlikely place for them, but the Sierra foothills and their high desert natural habitat both have hot summers and a dusting of snow in the winter.

Time has not been good to Oakhurst's Joshua's. One looked like just a tall stub, as if it had been broken off by a heavy snow. The other was showing normal tangled growth, but its appearance was diminished by a growth of vines in the tree, and other trees growing up around it.

As near as I can tell, my last cat sitting job was in December of 2024, so it was overdue and more welcome than usual. I arrived at the Neely home late in the morning of June 8, where I was greeted with great enthusiasm by Peanut, mostly indifference by Newton, and unwarranted fear by Pebbles. For reasons unknown, Pebbles is the only Neely cat who has never allowed me to get close. If she is in the living room and I approach, she scurries past me as fast as possible and hides under the bed. Peanut makes up for it by being almost excessively affectionate. Even so, I treat all three equally when it comes to distributing the daily treat of wet cat food and cleaning out the litter box.

Once I had greeted the cats and brought my stuff in, I took advantage of one of my gift cards and drove the short distance into the northern edge of town and the very excellent El Cid Mexican restaurant. I had a two-item combo with rice and beans, and somehow ate most of it, instead of leaving with half of it in a to go box as usual.

At the Neely estate, I started to walk the short loop trail they had constructed on the property many years ago. Rod has had a bad back and some other health issues, and has been unable to maintain the trail, and it was overgrown with tall dried grass and stickers, so I did not go past the very start of the trail. Instead I went to the south end of the property and walked out the old road that goes a short distance to the edge of their property. For the most part, this path was clear, and offered some interesting flowers along the way.

On Tuesday I drove up Highway 41 to hike on the Lewis Creek Trail. This trail runs from Cedar Valley north to Sugar Pine, a residential area that was once the headquarters of one of the logging companies that worked in the forest in the late 1800's and first half of the 20th Century. I could not find the trailhead at this location, and signs made it clear that parking along the road was not welcome, so I went to the main trailhead, about half way between the Sugar Pine Road and Road 620 (the main road to Neely's). All the "official" parking spaces were filled, but people were parking around the edges, and I did the same. I have hiked on this trail a number of times, but I knew my outing this day would be limited. When you go down the trail you come to a fork. The left one leads to the creek and across, and north parallel to the stream.

I took the other fork which eventually leads to a place where you can see Corlieu Falls, and hike down below this cascade along the creek. The trail soon becomes very steep, very dangerous for me, so I went down the first hundred yards or so to a view of the top of the falls and the creek below. For a number of years there was a nice viewing platform where you could sit and safely view the falls, but it was damaged by a falling tree a few years ago. I doubt that they have repaired it.

At least there were some nice flowers along the trail and the road, and it was a joy to be out in the forest, no matter how short my walk was.

I turned back and went down the trail to the north, which brings you to the creek after a hundred yards or so. Just before the fork I encountered a lady sitting in a lawn chair in the shade, "forest bathing."

There was a sign saying that the bridge was closed, but I was very skeptical that I would see a bridge. There was one a few years ago, apparently built by the students who got C's in their engineering courses. It spanned the water, but not the entire channel, and you had to cross the last six feet on a 2 by 12 inch board. Later the bridge had sagged in the middle, and eventually the creek removed it entirely.

On this trip what passed for a "bridge" was a pile of logs and sticks that looked like a dam built by giant beavers. There were four or five ropes stretched across the way. I watched a number of people crossing carefully and successfully, but did not even consider stepping on to this wobbly contraption.

When I got back to the house I stayed there the rest of the day, fixing a grilled cheese sandwich for my supper. On Wednesday I went into town and ate at Smokehouse 41, a very good barbecue place. It's doing a lot of business - there were three or four people ahead of me in line when I arrived, and six or eight behind me by the time I finished ordering. I was there about an hour, and there was a constant line of customers at the counter all that time. No gift card here; I used my own plastic. Thursday, on my way home, I stopped and had breakfast at Denny's, using a gift card the kids had left for me.

During my three days in the foothills I saw a number of animals, none of them large. There are a bunch of fake owls around the place, set out to discourage ground squirrels. The latter have figured things out, and I saw more of them than I did owls. I also saw a lizard, wild turkeys, quail right up by the patio, and four crows that flew down and landed on a rock formation in the drainage below the patio.

I enjoyed some interesting cloud formations the first day, and one of the special privileges of being away from the big city - thousands of bright stars Tuesday and Wednesday night. 

I enjoyed my mini-vacation, and hope I don't have to wait two years for the next one.

--Dick Estel, June 2026

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After going to Nelder Grove for the first time in two years on June 18, I wanted to go back again as soon as I could. With the Ramblers, I had hiked a shorter distance than many of our group, but I decided I could handle the mile and a half Chimney Tree Loop Trail, with a stop at the Bull Buck Tree. To keep an eye on me, I brought my 11-year old great grandson Jack, who is a better hiker than I. In fact, he had completed a 16-mile backpacking trip with his parents a few days earlier.

His dad dropped him off at my house at 8:30 on June 29, and we made the 55 mile drive up State Highway 41 and several forest roads to the grove, getting on the trail around 10:30. This trail starts a short distance before the campground, and goes about a mile into the woods, paralleling California Creek upstream than back down, but rarely within sight of the waterway.

Jack asked to carry my Nikon Coolpix digital camera, and I was glad to hand it to him, knowing that he will take photos I would never think of. I had my Google Pixel cell phone which I use mainly for extreme close-ups, but which also serves as an all-purpose camera.

In addition to the usual pines, cedars and firs along the trail, there are several giant sequoias, and many young ones 50 to 100 feet tall and probably about 120 years old. Of course there are the usual flowers, small plants and shrubs including lots of  dogwood, and big stumps from 19th Century logging days..

One of the key landmarks along the trail is the Chimney Tree, a giant sequoia that is living but has much of the middle burned out, so you can stand inside and look up at blue sky. Posing inside the tree is a mandatory part of hiking this trail.

After going more or less north for a while with gentle uphill, the trail curves around and crosses California Creek, then leads gently down to the quarter mile trail from the campground to the Bull Buck Tree. From here it's only about 100 yards to this magnificent sequoia. I consider it close to perfect - it does not have a dead top like many of its fellows; the bottom flares out evenly all the way around, it has no burn scars, and there is a nice length of the red trunk. Years ago brush and trees were removed in a long narrow pathway east of the tree, allowing a view from bottom to top. 

Just to the west of the Bull Buck are two tall stumps, from trees that appear to have been noticeably smaller than their giant neighbor. Every time I visit this spot, I try to imagine what it was like to see these three ancient sequoias still standing in a row. There are at least two other big stumps visible from this area, but no other giants still standing. As we see throughout the grove, there are a number of youngsters. Come back in a thousand years and you will be in an amazing sequoia grove.

At one point when I was taking a photo of Jack with my phone, I noticed among the list of options below the screen the words "ADD ME." It turned out I could take a photo of someone, leaving room at one side. Then I would occupy that spot while the other person took my picture, and the camera would combine them. It was very picky about framing and aiming, but it worked out well several times, and Jack got a big kick out of it (me too).

We finished our hike with a short stroll from the Bull Buck back to my car. Although we had some snacks, we were both hungry from our outing, and discussed a lunch location as we drove back to Oakhurst. We agreed on the Pizza Factory, where Jack had pizza and mozzarella sticks, and I had an "Awesome Sub," all very good. We made it safely back to Clovis, without too much traffic on State 41, and delivered Jack to his home. We're both ready for another hike, and hopefully he can go on the Ramblers hike later this month.

Obligatory disclaimer: The link Chimney Tree & Other Nelder Trails contains much outdated information. The Shadow of the Giants Trail that it mentions is closed, possibly for the next few centuries.

--Dick Estel, July 2026

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