My dearest sister, Nannie, and her hubby, "Bubba" - who have been on the road since the end of June - finally made it to our house last Tuesday. They backed their 27' travel trailer into the vacant spot next to Tergel at the Wilkinson RV Park and will spend a week with us - O joy! We've been going and doing, but a highlight of their trip in these parts is a free guided hike in Squaw Valley. As usual, we didn't quite know what we were getting into and got a bit more than we bargained for, but what a great time we all had. Elevation at Squaw Valley is 6200'. The one-hour hike entailed an aerial tram ride up to High Camp @ 8200'. I think the 2000' ride down was even more, uh, breath-taking than the one up. Whew, what a ride! It takes 11 minutes.
So we packed lunches, filled up water bottles, and pointed the Prius east toward the Sierra Mountains. We ate our sandwiches before striking off on the trail (good energy). Hiking at 8200' is a true challenge - gasp, gasp, huff, puff. Our one-hour hike stretched into three-plus hours, when we four decided to continue on up to Siberia Express, a short distance from the Squaw Peak summit (8900'), leaving the guide behind after a mile.
We hiked approx four-and-a-half miles all total, with an elevation gain/loss of 600'. I can report that we were tuckered out when we walked back into High Camp!
Squaw Valley, CA, home of the 1960 Winter Olympics.
Most wildflowers had withered and died in the dry summer sun, and the landscape seemed to be taking on an autumnal color.
Two little red arrows: Jimmy sitting nearest the camera and the Underwoods walking down the road from the top.
How about this aerial tram? Scary, but fun. Notice the gondola shadow? We're headed down from High Camp.
Underwoods & Wilkinsons at Tahoe City.
What a terrific day!