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          | Sycamore Wildlife Area After
            two attempts (one with the Ramblers and one without), we finally got
            to hike at the Sycamore Wildlife Area by Pine
            Flat Reservoir on April 17. This location consists of three
            former campgrounds which have been closed for decades. The reason
            was reportedly hantavirus found in rodents there, but that is
            obviously long gone, since hiking in the properties is encouraged.
            So I ask, every time I go there, why not re-open the campgrounds? Our
            party consisted of Wes Thiessen, Ardyss Webster, Bruce and Susan
            Vasquez, and me (Dick Estel). It was a first time experience for
            Bruce and Susan, and a much anticipated return to a favorite spot
            for the rest of us. The
            old camp roads are still there, complete with parking spurs, making
            for pleasant and easy walking. The pavement is mostly intact, with
            cracks everywhere and some of it crumbling away at the edges. The
            paving is nearly gone in much of the third location. There are
            always flowers, many of them growing up through the cracks in the
            asphalt, and this year was no exception. We
            usually walk through two of the facilities, and this time we started
            with the first one. Despite copious rain, the wildflowers are a
            little bit fewer in number than we had hoped. But the variety is as
            good as ever. Flowers that bloom early are still in evidence, and we
            saw a few species that had not yet appeared during our earlier
            outings. The new grass throughout the foothills was as bright green
            as ever, and a little creek that had not flowed during the last few
            years had become a classic "babbling brook." About
            half way around the campground loop, we spotted a very large bull
            standing about 15 feet from the road, virtually motionless. Everyone
            else turned back, even though the two men were once country boys.
            Having hiked, camped and lived around range cattle all my life, I
            continued on, giving the beast a wary glance now and then. From
            experience, I know that cattle will usually do one of three things:
            Ignore you completely, watch you as you pass by, or drift away (and
            sometimes run) as you get close. When
            I started to pass Mr. Bull, he briefly turned his head to the left a
            few inches, then as I walked by, he turned to the right. Otherwise
            he remained still. Both of us understood the old rule, "Don't
            bother me and I won't bother you." When we finished our hike
            and drove up the road, we saw that he had laid down where he had
            been standing. We hiked some more and had lunch, and he was still in
            the same spot when we drove past on the way home at least two hours
            later. We
            did not keep a count of the flower species we saw, but they included
            filaree, fiddleneck, popcorn flowers, bird's eye gilia,
            yellow-throated gilia, dove lupine, tall ground lupines, buck brush,
            blue dicks, and fiesta flowers. Along
            Trimmer Springs Road, the bush lupines were still having a banner
            year, and we also observed foothill gilia, Chinese houses,
            farewell-to-spring, elderberry, and an unidentified flowering tree.
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            Ramblers at Sycamore: Bruce, Ardyss, Susan, Dick, Wes | Green
            grass and blue oaks dominate this area |  
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            blue eyes thrive next to the old pavement | It's a
            good season for yellow brodiaea |  
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          | When
            we finished our walk around the first campground, we drove the short
            distance to number three. This was officially a picnic ground only,
            but I camped there back in the day without any problems. This is
            also the location where there is an eagle's nest, and where we have
            seen bald eagles several times. We
            started our walk in silence, to avoid disturbing the birds, although
            we acknowledged that they surely knew we were there as soon as we
            opened the car doors. It's probably about 300 to 400 yards to where
            we could see the nest tree, and the eagle was perched on a branch
            above the nest. He (or she) put up with us observing for 30 to 40
            seconds, then flew off, and was not seen again. Looking
            at a close-up photo of the nest, we could see that there was grass
            growing in it. Heavy rain, organic material, and wind-blown seeds
            often result in plants growing in unexpected places. We could only
            wonder if this situation had made the nest unusable. There were
            certainly no visible birds in the nest.
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          | Bald
            eagle stands guard over what appears to be an empty nest | There's
            no landscape artist finer than Mother Nature |  
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            facility is situated on a ridge that is actually the divide between
            Sycamore Creek and the main channel of the Kings River and lake.
            Where the camp road loops back around a hill, the ridge narrows, and
            there is an overgrown path out to the end, where the land drops off
            steeply down to the lake. We walked this trail, enjoying views of
            the lake on both sides of us, and taking note of the various flowers
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          | Where the
            campground ridge drops down to the lake | Fiesta
            flowers and fiddlenecks make a nice color combination |  
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          | Bird's
            eye gilia are thick everywhere in the foothills | Dove
            lupines and popcorn flowers |  
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          | As
            we have done on most of our visits to this place, we drove up the
            road a few more miles to where Big Creek runs into the lake. We
            usually go a few hundred yards up the dirt road that parallels the
            creek to a nice flat spot where we can set up our chairs. Not
            surprisingly, this road was closed and we could see a slide that
            covered half the road just a few feet from the paved route. We
            drove across the bridge and parked by the road. Just below the road
            was a nice flat spot with views of the creek and everything else
            around, and we carefully walked down the rough track and established
            our lunch site there. This
            spot is about 30 or 40 feet above the creek, with a trail leading
            down, so Wes and Bruce made their way down to where they had a nice
            look at the bridge and the creek above it. |  
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          | That's
            the Sycamore Creek branch of the lake on the right | Wes poses
            by the Big Creek bridge |  
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          | On
            the way home we made a stop where the road descends from the level
            of the lake's high water line to the river level below the dam.
            Along part of this route, where the descent starts, we are looking
            down into the valley of Hughes Creek and it's along this section
            that we usually see one of the more interesting spring wildflowers,
            Chinese houses. We
            were not disappointed, getting some good photos of a large stand of
            this intricate flower, growing as they often do on the road bank. We
            also found some variety of clover and the common madea, which lives
            up to its name by appearing in large numbers in a number of places
            along Trimmer Springs Road. |  
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          | Looking
            down into the valley of Hughes Creek | Intricate
            and beautiful - Chinese houses |  
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          | These
            colorful clover blossoms can be found in many foothill locations | Common
            madea are common every spring |  
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          | One
            final special event awaited us - during our drive home, we saw young
            bobcat run across the road and down the bank. This is at least the
            second, and maybe the third bobcat we've seen during Rambler hikes. Although
            our group was small, our enjoyment of the magnificence of the Sierra
            foothills was immense, and we all hoped we could make another visit
            to this area before the summer heat sets in, the grass turns brown,
            and the flowers go to seed. --Dick
            Estel, April 2023 More
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          | Ahwahnee
            Hills With
            spring weather drawing to a close, the Ramblers went once again to
            the Ahwahnee
            Hills Regional Park, a little above
            the 2,000 foot elevation level. It's a little higher than our usual
            spring hike locations, and the wildflowers bloom a little later. Our
            timing was close to perfect, with fluffy clouds in the sky and just
            enough breeze to make a light jacket comfortable. It
            was the fourth visit for the Ramblers, although I have hiked there
            several other times with family. The Ramblers' last visit was in March
            of 2022, and the difference caused by this year's heavy rains
            was stark - the pond had been nearly dry that time, and the grass
            was drying out. In 2023, everything was brilliant green, the pond
            was full to the brim, and the little creek had a good, strong flow.
            Below one of the bridges the sand glittered with specs of mica,
            sometimes called Fool's Gold. |  
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          | The pond
            is full to overflowing | This
            little creek was still alive with spring runoff |  
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            were a small but select group. Sue Wirt and I drove up from the
            valley, while Susan and Andy Crandall of Mariposa met us at the
            park. They join us whenever our destination is in their general
            direction, and they have hiked with us on three of our four hikes at
            Ahwahnee. |  
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          | Susan on
            the trail | Dick and
            Sue take advantage of one of many resting benches while Andy works his phone
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          | The
            wildflowers were not particularly thick, but there were some nice
            patches of what we believe were monkey flower, and some popcorn
            flowers, lupines, and even a few poppies. One interesting discovery
            was a few bachelor buttons. We suspect they had been planted when
            the area was a TB
            sanitarium, and had gone wild. The
            most common "plants" were the beautiful valley oaks which
            dominate the eastern side of the park and tower above the thick
            green grass near the creek. |  
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          | Monkey
            flower | Bachelor
            button, once domestic, now wild |  
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          | Stately
            valley oak at the edge of a meadow | More
            oaks, shading an area thick with tall grass |  
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          | After
            our hike, we finished the day enjoying lunch at the Hitchin' Post, a
            nice restaurant about a quarter of a mile from the park entrance. I
            believe it's not only Ahwahnee's best, but Ahwahnee's only dining
            location. Although
            it was nice and cool that day, the forecast and the normal
            progression of spring to summer tells us we need to start looking
            for higher elevations for our next hike. --Dick
            Estel, May 2023 More
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          | Lewis
            Creek When
            hiking, even if you can't go where you planned, you can still go
            somewhere. This was the fate of the Ramblers on May 24 with our
            planned outing on the Lewis
            Creek Trail. This trail goes from Cedar Valley, about a mile
            from Highway 41 above Oakhurst, to Sugar Pine, about a mile from
            Highway 41 farther up the road. However, most people go in at a
            trailhead right off the highway about seven miles past Oakhurst. A
            few hundred yards down the trail you can take the right fork, which
            goes down to a viewing platform below Corlieu
            Falls and beyond to Cedar Valley, or left to a bridge across
            Lewis Creek, then upstream along the creek to Red
            Rock Falls and Sugar Pine. OK,
            now convert everything I just said to past tense, and you will know
            about our hike. We were a lucky group of seven - Jackie, Don, Wes,
            Bruce, Susan, Dick and Ardyss. We planned to hike upstream, but the
            bridge had washed out and the creek is much too strong for sensible
            people to try to cross on a log or rocks. (Read about the strange
            history of this bridge here,
            here
            and here.) No
            problem, we'll just go downstream and see the magnificent display of
            Corlieu
            Falls. This part of the trail becomes very steep, but we were
            sort of undaunted - until we arrived at a place where there was a
            washout in the trail ten feet across and shoulder deep. Wes, Bruce
            and Susan decided to brave the gap, either climbing down into it, or
            going above it, both options too difficult for Jackie, Ardyss and
            me. Don does not actually hike, but went on the first part of our
            exploration to the missing bridge, then relaxed at the parking
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          | Corlieu
            Falls drops in a series of cascades | Bruce
            & Susan brave the big washout |  
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          | What's
            left of the viewing platform | Wes,
            Bruce, Dick, Jackie, Ardyss, Don, Susan |  
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          | When
            they made their way down to the falls, our intrepid explorers
            discovered that falling trees had destroyed the viewing platform.
            They got some nice photos anyway, and went down to where the trail
            levels out. They also found that the trail was in even worse
            condition near the bottom. Meanwhile
            Jackie, Ardyss and I made our way slowly back up, stopping to
            photograph some of the nice mountain wildflowers that decorated the
            trail. The record rain this winter has been good for the flowers and
            grass, but soil has washed out around rocks in the trail, making it
            difficult most of the way and dangerous in a few spot. |  
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          | Bruce at
            the base of the falls | Bruce
            & Susan resting in a big canyon live oak |  
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          | Indian
            pink | Bee in a
            bear clover blossom |  
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          | Wild iris | These
            unknown blossoms are less than an inch across |  
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          | Despite
            the problems, we enjoyed the day. The weather was comfortable, we
            enjoyed the advantages of forest
            bathing, and finished the day with a great Mexican lunch at El
            Cid in Oakhurst. Join us in person or virtually for our next
            hike, which we promise will be on much flatter ground. --Dick
            Estel, May 2023 More
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          | North
            Fork and Bass Lake Dam (Photos by Wes, Dave and Dick)
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            the weather warms up, some wild animals and all Ramblers head for
            higher elevations. Having made our way up to 2,000 feet and then
            3,000 on our last two hikes, it was time to reach the 4,000 foot
            level. On June 13 we did just that, first starting with a brief hike
            a little lower down at 2,600. We
            had a record number of hikers, eleven in all: Wes Thiessen, Don
            McClellan, Bruce & Susan Vasquez, Sue Wirt, Ardyss Webster, Dick
            Estel, Jackie Taggart, our daughter Jennifer Neely, Dave Smith, and
            his daughter Megan. We
            met first in North
            Fork, a small Sierra village about 20 miles off Highway 41. It
            was once a major
            logging town, and is the headquarters of the North
            Fork Rancheria of Mono Indians. It also has a ranger station,
            where a short
            trail goes through the cedars and oaks, and follows Willow
            Creek. Unfortunately, our harsh winter brought down many trees,
            blocking the trail in places and breaking the rail fencing that
            gives it extra character. We walked where we could, a little more
            than eight tenths of a mile. Despite these issues, there were 
            lots of flowers,
            the creek was running full, and we enjoyed our outing. |  
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          | Bruce,
            Susan, Ardyss, Megan, Jennifer, Jackie, Don, Sue, Dick, Dave (Click for
            group photo with Susan out and Wes in)
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            by the creek |  
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          | Trees
            along the trail | Willow
            Creek |  
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          | We
            then drove a short distance up Road 222 and parked at the Bass Lake
            Dam. A road goes across the dam and into the woods beyond. It's
            closed to public vehicle traffic, but makes for a good hike, with
            beautiful views of the lake on one side, and Willow Creek cascading
            down below the spillway. Our walk there was just under a mile and
            two tenths. |  
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          | Bass Lake
            from the dam | Spillway
            cascade |  
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          | Ramblers
            on the dam | Bruce,
            Susan, Ardyss and Megan |  
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          | As
            is usual with large groups, we drifted into several smaller knots of
            hikers, so I don't know exactly what some of us did. Most of the
            group walked all the way across the dam and on to the bridge over
            the spillway, and then a short distance beyond. About 100 yards past
            the bridge, a path leads down a short distance to where two Native
            American women, mother and daughter, are buried. Their dates of
            death are listed, but their birth dates are unknown, and our
            research did not yield any more information. Jackie,
            Jennifer and I had lagged behind the rest of the group, and as we
            started back across the dam, we were fortunate to see a good size
            rattlesnake make his way across our path. He was very focused on his
            own business, ignoring us and neither speeding up nor slowing down
            as he reached the edge of the road and disappeared down the bank. |  
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          | A tiny,
            two-person cemetery | A
            handsome three-footer |  
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          | Dave
            and Megan had a mid-afternoon obligation back in Fresno, so they
            were unable to join us for lunch. Jennifer, an Oakhurst resident for
            many years, led us over the mountains between the lake and town on a
            road that reached Highway 41 right at our destination, a new
            barbecue place that Jennifer had wanted to try. Unfortunately it was
            closed on Tuesdays, so we went to South Gate Brewing, a place I've
            been to a couple of times. It was jammed to overflowing, and a
            peaceful lunch seemed impossible, so we went to our old favorite, El
            Cid, the number one Mexican restaurant in the foothills. The
            lunch was excellent as usual, and it was fun having a larger group
            than usual. We've had cooler than usual weather so far, rarely over
            90 degrees, but no one thinks that can continue, so in July we will
            be heading to a hike up at the 7,000 foot level. It's to a
            waterfall, which should be spectacular after this winter's massive
            rains. --Dick
            Estel, June 2023 More
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