So on Sunday I was lounging on the couch, finishing up the first of usually two barrels o’ coffee, not feeling particularly motivated to do much of anything when the weather report came on: upper 60s to low 70s and lots of sun Sunday and all week. Well that would be just fine. I had a lot on the DVR to catch up with and would just lazy the day away. Could I? Sure I could. Darn. I should get out. Hopping up before the inspiration left me, I got ready, grabbed my gear, did a quick look at the maps, and headed out.
The goal was the Placer Big Trees in the Tahoe National Forest. The Placer Big Trees are apparently the northernmost grove of giant sequoia and a sight to behold. The trip took me east towards Reno and quickly off towards Foresthill, across the new Foresthill bridge, which, oddly, I hadn’t driven across, or at least that I remember. Driving through woodland landscapes on mountainous roads with perfect weather was fantastic. Simply enjoying the drive was enough. I was noting some places, like the roadside waterfall as I went. One more turn in Foresthill and I was looking for the Big Trees. As I wound my way through the mountains, I stopped a few times where the light and view made for a nice shot. Coming around one bend, I spied a bridge spanning a ravine with a river below. The river turned out to be the middle fork of the middle fork of the American River, yeah say that 5 times fast. The light was nice and the view spectacular. With a wide spot in the road right before the bridge, I slid to a stop. Hopping out, I looked for a good angle and found one on top of a flat rock at the edge of the road. Seeing that standing on the rock would get me a little above the foliage, I moved to jump up. Without providing the details of why, I made note of the spiderwebs spanning the length of the rock about a foot in front of it…and yes, I also saw the man-eating spider inhabiting the web. Stretching out to make the leap up, a new airflow location was created in my pants. For those not following along, I ripped my pants. Well, I was solo and wasn’t planning on meeting up with anyone, so I got the shots and headed on. Sigh. The things we do for our craft.The next miles went by uneventfully. Well, almost. As I went up the mountain, patches of snow began to appear until all but a lane and a half of road was visible. Okay, sure, I was pushing 5000 feet but there really was a lot of snow. There was so much, that upon getting to the first possible turnoff for Grouse Overlook, I had to chuckle. The road was completely snowed over. Only a four wheel drive was getting through and even that was questionable. No matter. My destination was only 5 miles up the road.
Yeah. Read the title of this post again. Instead of getting another 5 miles, I made another 1, maybe 2 before the road was totally snowed over too. There was, in fact, an RV parked and deployed right in the middle of the road just before the snow bank. I was going no farther, nor was the guy in the compact car. The guy in the huge four wheel drive truck, however, was just coming back from some foray into the snow. Foiled again!!
I did drive down a side road to a PCWA dam, get a few shots, hike up a small hill to see the view, and have a deer wander 30 or so feet from me. That latter event did not net a photo as I had just stopped and the camera was not set with the proper settings to capture it. Take my word for it. The deer was there.
The drive back was very uneventful. Pretty, but with the sun at near apex, the light was not good. Oh, remember the roadside waterfall I mentioned on the way in? I did stop on the way back and enjoyed the shots there.
So, should I have stayed on the couch and just lazy the day away? Oh heck no! Like the silly fishing shirts, any day shooting is better than any day not. Or something like that.
Enjoy!


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