After going to bed early and sleeping through the night, almost all of us got up super early Sunday morning. One of us, didn't feel the need to go hiking. One of us decided sleeping in was far more of a good time than going out into the new world of monster tree epic-ness. One person .. well, I'm just going to say it. One person was a party pooper. I don't want to name any names, but his initials are 1/2 Point. But you didn't hear it from me.
Those of us who were ready to see Monster Tree Epic-ness TM (do you like how I trade marked that? From now on, just know if you hear that .. it's mine.. and I expect royalties. A lot of them.) hiked up a trail to Muir Grove which started ever-so-conveniently in our campgrounds - That was Dorst Creek for those of you playing the home game. And while the trip there wasn't through a sea of Sequoias, it was through some of the pretties forest we've seen so far.
Beautiful ferns as far as the eye could see.
The trail was well marked and easy to travel. About 1/3 to 1/2 of the way there, we crested a hill and were greeted with this absolutely amazing view. Seriously, I'm in awe.
We sat for a few minutes and just caught out breath..er I mean.. gaped at the beautiful view before we continued on and encountered this beautiful deer just trying to enjoy breakfast. How annoyed must all these animals be, to constantly have pesky humans interrupting their day for photo ops?? They really don't like it when you yell "Say Cheese". They tend to wander off quickly in disgust. It's a shame really. Where's their sense of customer service? I plan to write a stern letter to the Park Rangers as soon as I'm done blogging.
We continued on and crossed multiple streams, some bigger than others. And I don't know if the park rangers do this on purpose, but the few times we got to cross trees to reach the other side were like Disneyland. Maybe even better than Disneyland because there weren't any long lines to wait through for your turn.
The trail did actually go around, but how much fun is that? Especially to a little 4 year old Bug.
Or a 6 year old Bunny, or a 23 year old Lone Wolf, or me whose age is better left unsaid. That guy on the log? That's our friend Tamlin who came along with his wife. He got mistaken for a park ranger a few times on our treks. But you know, he just rolls with that stuff, answering questions like he works there!
And just when I thought we'd never get there.. out of the pines rose a Sequoia. Then another, then another, then another. And this time there weren't any fences to keep us away from the trees.
We had a quick snack of apples and water before starting to really explore. The Tweedles quickly found trees that were big enough to wander into.
Then we came across a tree we could all fit into.
I got the obligatory "nice family" shot.. and then we went for something a bit more our speed.
I think I'm suppose to be throwing gang signs, but it turned into I Love You signs instead. Because that's how I roll.
When we wandered around to the other side of this same tree, we found a space that was even bigger that we all fit into. I even got to use the timer on my camera, I felt so fancy!
We all decided that come the apocalypse, this would be a great little house in the woods. Off the beaten path, near a water source (without being too close), plenty of deer and wild editable vegetation, and this tree would probably fit a family of 6-8 comfortably. Add some cut limbs to the sides and back, park a fire in the middle (which would smoke out the top) and it could be home sweet home. Not that we think about apocalypses much.. or watch Doomsday Preppers on Nat Geo.. or wonder if maybe we should buy shipping containers and bury them in the ground at the farm fully stocked with food, water and ammo just in case. Nah, we're not like THOSE people at all. We just have good imaginations for homes in the woods is all.
Tomorrow.. we'll talk Bears.
Seriously... Thoughts?
Wow, that is a B.A.T. . . . :)
ReplyDeleteWhat's the T stand for? :)
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