Happy Days! The relentless summer heat has dissipated! Now is the time of year we can really enjoy the great outdoors, and so we have. Sometimes we look at each other, questioning where to go today, wanting someplace new. Or perhaps just a favored trail we haven't been on in a long time? It's amazing to me how often we draw a blank. Oct 2nd, was one of those "where to?" days, when Jimmy had an "aha" moment and suggested BYLT's Independence East Trail. Perfect, haven't been there in a couple of years.
You might recognize this image from our past hikes. However, this one is different. Here Jimmy holds up that danged boulder with ONE hand! Good job. The boulder stayed put.
Autumn is when Buckeyes (left) decorate bare branches, the trees' leaves falling to the ground in summer. I couldn't reach one to pick. We were surprised to see an abundance of black acorns on the ground -- products of Black Oak trees. Jimmy stuffed one pocket full, only because these are unusual, unlike the millions of basic brown acorns littering our yard. We're experiencing another mast year!
Not to be shown up, but yes, I suppose I was.
I needed both hands on our return.
After East's four miles R/T, we wanted to see if Independence West had reopened after the disastrous Jones fire in 2020 that burned bridges, flumes, and boardwalks. After a mile or so, the trail was barred to hikers. Reconstruction of the trail is underway, but likely won't be completed till 2025. Lots of burned/downed trees still need to be cleared. OK, we learned the answer, and added another couple of miles on our fitbits. Enjoyable day.
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Last week, we had a sleepover with Evie in Fair Oaks so her parents could attend a late-night concert. Since she had school the next day, we brought our bikes to ride the American River Pkwy. Win-win! Playing with Evie and riding our bikes! A nice 19-mile pedal From Fair Oaks to Folsom and back. We had a great time!
Noticed some river traffic, including this canoe.
Interesting cliff face opposite.
Beauty, doubled.
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Finally, on Sunday, 10/13, we awoke to glorious sunshine and temps in the mid-50's. (I wish I was in my mid-50's!) The kind of day that shouldn't be wasted on any-ole-thing. There was no question in my mind what I wanted to do, and when I suggested it, Jimmy said, "let's go." I knew it was a now-or-never venture, so we packed a quick lunch, filled water bottles, and fired up the Subaru. Destination: Sagehen Creek Trail, seven miles north of Truckee, CA ... in Tahoe National Forest. And (fingers crossed!) autumn leaves!
At 6000+ feet, the Aspens start to turn yellow/orange in early October. We couldn't wait or we'd be too late. Sagehen creek (above) boggies along, as always.
Though we usually leave weekends to worker-bees, I surmised I-80 road construction crews would take Sunday off, too, and we wouldn't get stuck in stop 'n go, and sure enough, we sailed on through!
But that also meant a full parking area at the Trail. Hah, we parked across Hwy 89 (in the shade, woo-hoo!). Would the trail itself be crowded? Actually, no. Yes, we saw people coming and going, but there were many long stretches where we encountered no one. It was a grand day to be Out and About. Temp of 68 when we started, high 75. And quaking Aspens were aglow in the sunlight.
Lucky, lucky us to be on this dusty trail today. It felt so right to be here, even the smells seemed sweeter. There's something about this place .... Yonder beaver pond was low; summer has been brutal. I see many shades of autumn in this spot.
We stepped off the trail, down to the creek, to investigate the flattened grass, deciding it was grass that lays down when it's grown. Oops, what's that? I just missed stepping in that mess! You got it -- fresh bear poop.
Into the meadow. Crispy dried grass. Away from the creek, wildflowers and grasses looked as though they'd been too long in an air fryer -- the major air fryer: El Sol. Of course, no wildflowers bloomed.
When we were here in July of last year, we couldn't get near this plank bridge due to flood waters. Sagehen Creek empties into Stampede Reservoir, which we call a lake, and it's receded dramatically since then. Clark's Nutcrackers were making a ruckus through the pines as we neared the aspen grove.
Ahhh, the Aspens near the ol' sheepherder's cabin.
Still colorful. Glorious.
A sampling of other sights -- top row, a sharp thistle stalk, Jeffrey pine cones (lots and lots), and bottom row near the lake, tiny Fleabane, and one dinky dwarf lupine confused about the season (it's not spring).
Stunning display in person.
You can't see me if I don't move.
Sagehen approaching the lake (on the right). The entire area was underwater in July 2023, up to and beyond the pines. Amazing transformation from one year to the next. That's nature!
The dazzling colors will soon be gone. Snow may fly in the upcoming week. But today we got to see it all, everything I hoped for; once again Sagehen touched all my senses. Plus exercise! Roughly six miles R/T of wonderment. Color me grateful. Jimmy, too.