Setting out at first light & headed north through the Sierra Nevada Foothills.
Lake Kaweah, note the trees. That's dry land last few years, but all the snowmelt, the reservoir fills up.
We're thankful for lots and lots of water this season.
My first real job at age 13 in 7th grade was baling hay for a local farm. We spent weeks unloading throw bales and stacking them in barns, filling the barn to the ceiling with hay bales. $4 bucks an hour was big money for a 13-year-old in 1985, the local farm I worked at raised Texas long horn cattle. They had huge herds of these. Really unusual for a farm in southeastern Wisconsin, but that's what the guy raised. Fast-forward many decades, here I am in the middle of nowhere and this guy is just chillin' and checking me out. Horns on these cattle are huge!
Drum Valley is this remote out-of-the-way middle of nowhere feel. Nothing out here. I've added this road a couple of times to organized tours I routed through this remote region of the Sierra Foothills in this central part of California.
Well Tim, if I’m facing north those two back to back parks would be my back yard and Yosemite, my front. I gotta say though, I don’t like goat trails, or rather I don’t like riding the Busa over goat trails or slowly downhill. My Kawasaki is much more at home on them. I do like the big trees and as big as a Hayabusa is, they dwarf it completely don’t they?
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