April 6-9, 2003
: Mikie and I went camping on April 6 through 9. Teri (his
mother) came up on Tuesday and stayed for the night. We went to
Kirch Flat on the
just above Pine
Lake. Although it was cloudy Sunday night, after that the weather was
perfect, and everything was green, with lots of flowers.
As soon as we got there Mikie wanted to ride his bike, so I got them
out and rode with him to show him where he could go. Coming back, we
came down a steep driveway, and he crashed, getting some scratches
and knocking the handle bars off kilter (easily fixed with a
wrench). He recovered and had a great time riding around the camp
(avoiding the steep hill). He learned better how to use his brakes
on some gentler slopes.
drove up to Goofy Smith Flat along Mill Flat Creek on the south side
of the river Sunday; and up to the top of Secata Ridge on Monday,
where we walked and gathered wood. Then we went up the north side of
the river a few miles, to a place we have camped in the past. Coming
back we saw a gopher snake in the road, and got out and had a good
look at it.
When Teri came up, we went up to
Reservoir, hiking down
to the river, and then down the stairs to the dam.
Down the bank below camp ran a tiny section of the river. Someone
had built a rock dam across it, creating a perfect frog pond, and as
soon as it got dark Sunday, they started in. We had no luck trying
to see them that night, but the next night we were able to
shine the flashlight and watch them. They were so loud you could
hear them up by the trailer with the generator running, but they
were barely an inch long. They were the kind that puff their throats
way out when they croak. We also saw a larger frog that came
swimming across the pond both nights (Monday and Tuesday). Tuesday
afternoon before singing time Mikie was able to catch and release
six of the little ones.
We also saw ladybugs, beetles, a salamander (in Salamander Creek
below Trimmer Springs), big yellow butterflies, lots of ground
squirrels, and an animal that looked like a fox, but did not have a
long tail, on the Black Rock
road above Balch
Camp. It could have been a dog, but acted wild.
There were some people rafting who got out at the camp Sunday, and a
couple of parties who stopped for lunch; otherwise there was no one
there. However, the raft companies were setting up their camps
across the river and upstream a little ways.