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Rancheria
Falls
General Sherman Tree
Hume Lake
Wawona
Eaton Trail
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Rancheria Falls
When
the Ramblers first visited this waterfall in
2016, we were greatly impressed. One member called it the best
falls he'd seen outside of a national park. We've returned several
times, sometimes finding the falls a little less dramatic as the
flow of the creek diminished with the season. This year, with record
rain and snow in the Sierra Nevada, we had high hopes for an
impressive outing, even as late as July 5. We were not disappointed.
But
first, some introductions. Once
again a friend from Wes's elementary school years had reconnected,
and joined the hike. So most of us made our first acquaintance with
Don Bandoni. We also welcomed back Elsa Sweeney for the first time
since 2019. The other "usual suspects" were Wes Thiessen,
Sue Wirt, Ardyss Webster, Bruce & Susan Vasquez, and your
faithful reporter, Dick Estel.
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Susan,
Sue, Elsa, Don, Ardyss, Bruce, Dick |
Ardyss
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We
drove the nearly 60 miles up Highway 168 past Shaver Lake and on to Huntington
Lake (both full to the brim like most lakes and reservoirs in
California right now). At the upper end of the lake, where water
from two creeks and the Big Creek hydroelectric project flow into
Huntington, there is a dirt road, a bit more than a mile, to the
trailhead. We parked, got our boots and hats on, and set out on the
one mile hike to the falls. It's
been unusually cool lately, but a warm-up is expected. At 7,000 feet
we were very comfortable, although the exercise warmed us up. We
enjoyed the many flowers along the way, the big red fir trees, and
the company.
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One of
several flower species we saw |
Sue can
hear the falls from this location |
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For
Ardyss, Bruce, Susan and Don, it was a first visit, while the rest
of us enjoyed seeing the roaring cascade bigger than we had ever
seen it. As we got to the closest viewing area, we enjoyed quite a
bit of mist cooling us off, but also wetting the lenses of our
cameras.
There
is a a little unofficial trail that goes down to the creek, well
below the falls. Many visitors walk down this little path, but
Sue, Ardyss and I opted to watch from above. Wes has also gone down
farther into the creek, closer to the falls, but there was no chance
of him trying it this time.
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The
roaring, raging Rancheria Falls of 2023 |
Elsa down
the little side trail |
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When
we had returned to our cars and driven out to the paved road, Sue
led us around the north side of the lake and close to the dam. Along
the road to this point there was a section that had suffered
significant damage from the Creek
Fire, with crews cutting and clearing some of the dead trees.
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arrived at a picnic area where we enjoyed the lunch we had brought
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Our
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Don,
Bruce and Wes, the pride of Cantua
Creek |
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Too
soon it was time to load up and return to our homes in the low
elevation of the San Joaquin Valley. The cool spell was coming to a
close, and we would be seeking higher ground again for our August
hike.
--Dick
Estel, July 2023
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General Sherman Tree
For
our hike in the hot month of August, we made it up to the 6,000 foot
elevation of Sequoia
National Park, where our destination was the iconic General
Sherman Tree, the world's largest. We had an even dozen for this
outing, including a couple of mini-Ramblers who join us about once a
year, my great grandsons Colton and Jack. We also welcomed Carolyn
for the first time since January and Allen who has been dealing with
other matters since February. Jeff has been busy elsewhere for a
full year, but was not about to miss a chance to visit one of his
favorite spots.
The
other, mostly regular attendees, were Don B (his second hike with
us), Susan and Bruce, Wes, Sue, Jackie and Dick. Since Allen lives
in Visalia, his logical route was up Highway 198 into the park from
the southern end. Sue picked up Jeff who lives in the far southeast
of Fresno, a couple of miles south of CA 180 The rest of us
filled up my Honda and Wes's new Subaru. It has three rows of seats,
the back one a bit small for adults but perfect for an 8 and 10 year
old. It helps that the boys are big fans of Wes, so hopefully they
did not get too crazy riding with him.
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Back: Don, Dick, Susan, Bruce, Wes; front:
Jackie, Colton, Jack, Carolyn, Jeff, Sue, Allen
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Jeff, Sue and Allen
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With
a 90-mile drive ahead of us, we left home at 8 a.m. and met at the Big
Stump parking area just inside Kings Canyon Park. After making sure
that all were present, we drove south on the Generals Highway, which
connects the two parks. Most mountain roads suffered some damage in
the record rain and snow of the past winter, and there were warnings
of delays up to 30 minutes. Most of the work seems to be done, and we
had only a couple of very short stops where road work was in progress.
Back
in the day, and I mean WAY back in the day, I visited the Sherman Tree
several times when you could park very close to it. People finally
realized that driving close to these sensitive, shallow-rooted trees
was not a good idea, and roads in various sequoia groves were removed
or relocated. Access to the Sherman tree is now via a half-mile trail
that goes steadily downhill from a parking lot off the Wolverton
Road, There were many cars there, but we were able to find open
parking spaces for all our caravan, and got started down the trail.
I've
only walked this trail once before, with daughter Teri in
September 2022. It is asphalt paving all the way, with sections of
various length that slope down gently, and short stretches of steps
every so often. Of course, the boys ran down the trail, while the
"fast hikers" moved along at a good pace Those of us who are
not in prime condition carefully placed our hiking poles on each step
before stepping down. Usually stairs with no railings are very
daunting, but poles made these steps doable.
The
first part of the trail is through typical Sierra forest country, with
no sequoias visible, although the elevation of the trailhead is
slightly below the top of the Sherman Tree. There is one spot where
you can just see the dead top of the tree, and farther down, a wide
turnout with a good partial view of it. As you approach the bottom of
the trail, sequoias of all sizes begin to appear. This the beginning
of the Giant
Forest, 1,880 acres containing over 8,000 large sequoias. Miles of
trails go through the sequoias beyond the Sherman.
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Jackie on the trail
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Sue takes advantage of a handy log
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The
trail loops around the Sherman Tree, offering several top to bottom
views, as well as a close look at a number of lesser giants. A small
meadow near the Sherman Tree provides floral color, and informational
signs are placed in several locations. We spent 45 minutes or so here,
taking pictures, enjoying the views, and marveling at the fact that
this national treasure that draws so many people from all over the
world is an hour and a half away from where we live.
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The General Sherman Tree with a meadow in front
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A closer view of the tree
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California goldenrod in the meadow
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Jack explains it all
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We
made the return climb to the parking lot with our group strung out
along the trail, but all arriving safely. I was not the last one back,
but it was no surprise to find Jack and Colton there and ready for
lunch. Everyone had brought their own, and having enjoyed lunch in
this area last year, I directed out group out from the parking lot to
Wolverton Road and east to the picnic area and trailhead. This is the
jumping off spot for a number of trails into the high country, and I'm
happy to say I hiked one of them, the 15 mile round trip route to the
top of 11,000 Alta
Peak, when I was less than half my present age.
Wes
quickly found us a pair of tables in the shade and we enjoyed a
well-earned meal and the afterglow of an easy hike among California's
magnificent sequoia trees.
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Jack is perched higher than his head on this
boulder near the trailhead
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Lunch at Wolverton Picnic Area
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After
lunch Don had a craving for ice cream. We explained that the closest
source was Grant Grove Village, 30 miles away, but only a short
distance off our return route. I planned to go there with Colton and
Jack so they could get their National
Park Passports stamped, so Don said he would treat everyone to ice
cream. Allen would be going 60 miles out of his way to join us, and
Sue and Jeff planned to explore a side road off the Generals Highway,
but the rest of us could hardly refuse this generous offer.
Grant
Grove Village includes the National Park visitor center, plus a
commercial restaurant, post office, souvenir shop, snack bar, and
store. The latter had a freezer full of ice cream bars and similar
items, and we all made our choices, thanking Don for his kindness.
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Jackie and Dick with great grandsons Jack and
Colton
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Ice cream time
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From
the village it is a little over 55 miles back to my house, where
everyone dispersed to their own cars. Colton and Jack continued to
ride with Wes, but slept all the way home.
Note:
Photos from this outing are by Wes, Colton and Dick.
--Dick
Estel, August 2023
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Hume Lake
Everything
in this report is hearsay. Due to cataract surgery, I (Dick) had to
miss this hike, only the second one in over ten years of hiking.
I was not alone in being on the disabled list.
But let Wes tell
it:
When Dick first announced the Hume Lake hike, twelve Ramblers expressed a desire to go. But we are people of a "certain age" with unpredictable health challenges. One by one that number was whittled down to
four. As John Lennon wrote: "Life is what happens when you're making other plans." And "life" happened to the Ramblers. No worries, the
four of us "took it for the team" and had a great time doing it.
The weather was perfect with very few people on the trail. We practically had the lake to
ourselves. Allen met us at the Big Stump parking area to balance our group and add his considerable knowledge to the hike. Susan used her "birding" app to identify those winged
creatures who inhabit the forest. And Bruce and I entered deep conversation and almost solved the riddle to world peace. In short, it was way too much fun. I've cobbled together 2 minutes of video from the hike so you can enjoy this wonderful day as well.
Check it out:
Next
month (weather permitting) we hike at Mariposa Grove in Yosemite
National Park to walk among the
giant sequoias. Those ancient trees put life into perspective.
You won't want to miss it.
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Hume Lake, September 2023
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Wes, Bruce and Allen at a viewing platform
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(Email
from Wes):
Second
thought:
Don't get me wrong. I want everyone to say "yes" to our next hike on October 25th to Mariposa Grove. It's O.K. to say "yes" and then cancel out later even at the last minute. There's a principle in sales and counseling called the
"Yes Set." Get the customer to say "yes" three times and they are more likely to buy. And in counseling, get the client to say "yes" three times and it helps relieve the depression.
So I want all of you to say your first "yes" to our Grove hike. I'll trick you into saying it two more times and then I know you will
go (ha)! Seriously, we want all of you to enjoy the giant sequoias. Start today with your first "yes."
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Susan, Bruce and Allen
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Bruce and Susan near the island
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Dick
again: Wes is a real people person. He provided only one photo of
pure scenery. I've included a few links below
to scenic photos from our previous hikes at Hume Lake. And I've
already given Wes my enthusiastic YES for the Mariposa Grove hike.
--Dick
Estel, October 2023 (hiking in spirit only)
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Wawona Meadow Loop
By
Wes Thiessen: When I arrive to hike with the Ramblers, I always remind myself to "expect the
unexpected." Our leader, Dick Estel, didn't show as he was still in recovery from a nasty head cold. And we appreciate him not spreading those germs to his friends. But others did show and brought friends boosting our number to 11. It was such a beautiful day to walk through a forest of multicolored plants and trees. I noticed friends talking to friends or meeting new ones. And there were smiles and smiles to go. We had the unique experience of having
four Susan's on the hike. We quipped, if you can't remember a name, just call out: "Hey
Susan!" You have a good chance to be right on the money (ha!).
Let's face it, across the globe there are tensions and conflicts. There is every reason to be anxious and worried about the future. For the lucky eleven who traveled to Wawona yesterday, we left it all behind, paying no attention to the news cycle. Instead we found ourselves forest bathing, laughing and enjoying each other's company. As I watched new and old friends chatting with
each other, I was reminded of Dionne Warrick's song, "That's What
Friends Are For". Walk with us in this short
video while listening to that beautiful song:
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On the trail
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From this spot there's a glimpse of the green
meadow
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Dick:
Yes, it's true, after missing only one or two of over 100 hikes, I
missed two in a row. My biggest regret was not getting to hike with
daughter Teri, who had a day off from work. But she got to hike with
her mom at a place they both love, and chat with old friends and new.
And I did earn my friends' gratitude for not coughing on them in the
confines of a vehicle for a total of three hours. I'll be back in
November, better than ever!
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Teri and Wes
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Jackie and a dogwood tree
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I
asked Wes about two hikers who were new to most of us.
Wes:
The fourth Susan was Sue Wirt's friend, Susan Kinney. She knows her from her
bluegrass and folklore connections. Her son is a musician of renown who plays all kind of stringed instruments. Andy and Susan Crandall brought their friend, David. Long story about their connection. Suffice to say both David and Andy are engineers. Susan can tell you the
back story.
Dick:
I am familiar with Jack Kinney, whose musical career I have observed
since he was about 14. I'd guess he's now 25 or so, and indeed is very
accomplished on all the standard bluegrass instruments. I'll have to
wait to learn about David.
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Susan K and Sue W
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David
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There's not much more I can say
about a hike I did not attend, so I'll finish up with a few
"thousand-word" photos, courtesy of Susan, Andy, Teri and
Wes.
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A fuzzy fungus
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A path through the woods
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Wes points out fungus that is NOT fuzzy
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The reason for the hike - fall color on the dogwood
leaves
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A view across the meadow
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The October Ramblers: Wes, Susan V,
Bruce, Sue W, Jackie,
Teri, Andy, Susan K, Susan C, Don B (David took the photo)
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And there are more photos below
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Eaton Trail
This
was the hike that almost wasn't. A week or so earlier, the weather
news was that a huge winter storm was headed for California - could be
widespread rain most of the week. We were prepared to cancel. As the
time for the hike grew closer, the amount of rain expected became less
and less. It rained the day before our hike, but the forecast for
November 16 was for a small chance of rain in the afternoon, and we
went ahead with our plans.
We
met at the Eaton Trailhead at Friant Road and Copper Avenue, on the
northern edge of the city and just a short distance from the mile-wide
river channel. After crossing the road, the trail goes down the cliff
to an upper flood plane, then parallels the river for about a mile,
always out of sight of the stream.
It
crosses Old Friant Road, and offers a couple of routes that both go
around a now-dry pond
that in the past has had ducks, egrets, turtles
and herons. This leads to the Hallowell Center for River Studies,
which boasts a nicely restored old
farmhouse from about 1910, two barns
(now restored), a gift shop and restrooms, and best of all for my old
bones, benches to rest on.
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Clouds to the east over the Sierra foothills
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More clouds above the city
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Our
hiking group included Sue Wirt, Bruce and Susan Vasquez, Keith Sohm (a
rare but welcome addition to our group) and myself, Dick Estel. I had
to kid Los Vasquez about being overly ambitious, since they walked to
the trailhead. On the other hand, they live only two blocks away.
We
had excellent weather, warm enough that we removed or wished we had
removed our outer shirts, and with enough clouds over the Sierra to
make for good scenery and to remind us that rain was still a
possibility (a small amount fell in the evening).
At
the River Center we met some people Sue knew from her involvement with
the Fresno Folklore Society,
Bill Johnson and Claudia Readright, riding power assisted three wheel
bikes. Keith was intrigued by them and accepted an offer to try one
out. The power kicks in when you start peddling, and he was soon going
down the road at an impressive
speed.
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Bill instructs Keith on the bike's operations
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Keith road-testing the bike
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After
a good rest and informative conversation with Bill and Claudia, Bruce
and Susan started off. They are youthful and speedy hikers, and knew
quite well that the rest of us were not. We followed a bit later, with
many stops on the uphill part of the trail. At one point where the
trial looked down on Old Friant Road, we observed a place where
jackass jerks had created tire track doughnuts in the lightly traveled
road. At least they were not doing it in a major intersection, which
happens frequently.
We
took a final rest at a bench by the trial, barely a hundred yards from
our cars, but necessary as we completed our total hike of 2.86 miles.
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Fools leave their mark
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Sue and Keith enjoying a well=earned rest
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I
took very few photos, so I have linked some from previous hikes
throughout the text, as well as a few
repeats below.
--Dick
Estel, November 2023
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