The Sequoia Sequestration - Day 4

Our final day was a day free of ambition. Our only real objective was to get everything we took out of the car, back into it. But even that was a lazy goal as we didn't have to leave the campsite till noon. That allowed me, the Forest Führer, another opportunity to subject the oppressed masses to a grueling death march through a beautiful meadow and pristine woodland. Sehr böse! But that assumed the dispirited oppressees actually woke up before noon - not necessarily a bankable proposition.

ZZZZZZZZ!

But eventually the hike was underway...

L points out that not all Sequoias are Giant!

Back to camp we started our dreary pack up. "We" may not be the most appropriate word, as L and N immediately disappeared over to Nick and Bella's campsite. Stacy would have helped, but as per her natural waif-magnetism, she was called into service to aid and assist every lost or distressed child in the campground. I looked up at one point to find her wheeling a toddler bike up the hill to return it to its owner who evidently fled weeping after an unexpected tumble.

But soon enough the car was stuffed to the gills with our possession, much more fragrant now than on the initial journey. Stacy loaded up on Dramamine, we put Nick and Bella up for adoption with their parents, and we hit the trail, stopping 5 miles down the road to hit the park visitor center and stock up on kitsch and postcards. Within a half an hour we were slaloming our way down the mountain, the kids making "ooooh" sounds on the curves to the left and "aaahhh" sounds on the curves to the right, all the while with Stacy in the passenger seat groaning feebly, slumped over like a tranquilized grizzly bear. The ride was otherwise uneventful and long before I was emotionally prepared to deal with it we were in the thick of this:

But home, when we found it, was heavenly, and the seventh heaven was the shower in the master bathroom. As we each passed beneath its silvery cascade a fairly significant portion of the Sierra Nevadas made its way down the drain and into Santa Monica Bay.

Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot! N has something to show Mr. Allard!