We were up at our cabin earlier this week, getting it ready for fire seasons. That meant hours and hours of raking up pine needles and oak leaves. After a few days of that, we needed a break.
And so we drove up to Clarks Fork on the Stanilaus River, The road had just been opened for trout season on Saturday, and by Monday we saw only a handful of people. This area is between 5,000 and 6,000 feet, and there were some snow patches on the gound, but it was easy enough to get around, and we walked along the river for a half mile without setting foot in snow. The river was running high, so I didn't bother to fish. That can wait for another day.
There was a work crew in the area, and we noticed some new picnic tables along the way--getting ready for a much busier season in the summer.
Higher up the mountains still had plenty of white snow to contrast with the black volcanic rocks of this area. Quite beautiful.
留言