This is the long awaited backpacking trip. Rachel asked her dad at least 3 years ago to go backpacking. The date was finally set, then we realized that we didn't own any backpacking equipment. So this was a modified trip - they established a base camp and went for a day long hike. - Melissa
On Friday Dad, Bret and Rachel went camping near Herring Creek and
Watershed Lake in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California!
This almost-tame doe walked right up to within 5 feet of us! She was beautiful, with big, brown eyes.

The hike from the truck to the edge of the "wilderness" was like a garden.
Starting on our hike into the wilderness.
What a magnificent wilderness it is. You could see where a glacier had scooped out practically every inch of soil and ground the granite smooth.

Just starting out into the barren wilderness.

This was about 11:00 am and just about at the bottom.
We sat here and ate our lunch. What a view.
Our first glimpse of Watershed Lake. Truly an oasis.
There was a
Geocache around here somewhere...but where!
Rachel relaxing overlooking the lake.
Was the Geocache near "Oven-Mitt Rock"? Nope.
Eventually we gave up on the Cache and headed back. Down off of "Oven-Mitt Rock, across the wilderness and...yes...BACK UP the "face".

This was the local wildlife and entertainment all in one. This little guy (about a foot and a half long) was just doing a little sun bathing until we showed up. Then, quick as a flash, he dashed off into the nearest puddle and
buried himself in the mud at the bottom. Best of both worlds, I guess.

Beginning the
treck back. At this point Dad was ready to be back at camp eating
Pringles and Salami...but we were only 1/2 way there!

Yup...we have to climb up that. Really, at this point, we're half way up after our 5
th rest. Notice Rachel's smile? She was the only one smiling...Bret and Dad were concentrating on not passing out!

Bret celebrates the end of our 6 mile hike. He was saving that last gulp of water until we reached the truck.

I think there were 20 cows and this was probably the only one that did NOT have a cow bell. We got to listen to the clinking of the bells periodically
through the night.

Dad sleeps on the picnic table after the gruelling hike. Dad must have some royal blood in his veins...see how many mattresses it took for him to finally sleep?
Warming our bacon (breakfast).
Another great hike on Saturday.
We had a great time! The forest was beautiful! I'm sure this rock has a name...we'll call it Fortress Rock.
It was a great camping/hiking trip. We've already started a list of items to bring next year. Trust me, a
porta-
potti is on that list!
-Wade and Rachel