My brothers and I took a kind of failed hike today. (Long story, too boring to tell). This is a bridge near Colfax somewhere. All I remember is a twisty, one-lane, dirt road that went on for miles. There are some beautiful swimming holes here (pictured in the next photoset) that I bet get crowded in the summer.
3. Make that call.
Foresthill bridge. It’s tall.
On the way home, we stopped at the Foresthill bridge and walked over it.
An arnica? I forgot to get a shot of the leaves.
Gold wire (Hypericum concinnum)
The geocache was full of plastic animals. Lemurs?
My brother spotted a geocache and climbed up a tree to get it.
Windswept trees.
My brother and I went for a short hike somewhere above Auburn.
Big Basin hike meta post
Here is the entirety of my Big Basin blogging in chronological order.
Finally, the bridge back to home.
This is me regretting taking my detour. Can you see me sweating?
My hike was much less strenuous that I thought it was going to be…that is, until the last four and a half miles. I decided to take a short detour as I was coming up to my final three miles. I would have to hike an extra mile and a half. Of the extra mile and a half my detour would cost me, I distinctly remember thinking, “Six of one, half dozen of the other.” Actually, mountain to a mole hill would have been a better cliché. Let me be the one to tell you. The Sunset trail is a steep hike.
I saw the above sign when I got the the end of my detour. Little good it did me then.
