Well, it's not every day that I get to go camping with my dad, and it's not that often that I camp in the same spot for more than one night. I mean, I guess we camped in the same spot two nights in a row on the Idaho BDR when a brake caliper seized up, but that was clearly an exceptional situation! Plus, after last year's adventure - my first time experiencing one of Pops favorite spots in the Sierras - I knew this was a place that I wanted to return. Likely, for years to come. It really is a special place.
So, early in the summer, we arranged a week where we could get together and just go enjoy the outdoors. I forget exactly when that was going to be, but as seems to happen in life, life got in the way and we had to cancel. It was a bummer to say the least, so it was awesome that a few months later we were each able to squeak several days into our schedule to pop down to ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ for a few days.
Anticipation high, I headed south - a 14+ hour drive to the Bay Area - on the 11th of September, flags along the route at half-mast, and the skies above blue as could be as I entered California near Mt. Shasta.
It was nearly 11:00pm when I arrived in the Bay Area, ready for a good night sleep before setting out for the Sierra Wilderness the next morning. Due to some mechanical issues with Pop's Limo Jeep (randomly not starting when it was warm), we didn't actually leave until 10:30am or so, everything packed up into our two trucks as we cruised across the San Rafael bridge on our way east.
Feb 2022: I've taken down this post while I work on some edits.
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