Rock, cinnamon, raccoon
15.10.2012 - 15.10.2012 16 °C
Excuse me if I'm distracted tonight but I'm needing to keep half an eye out for a raccoon that seems to have taken a fancy to our campsite. Dot thought it was a cat, but I've taught her that it's actually a raccoon, she calls it a 'coon' .....which will never do. Anyhow, he's not here at the minute so I'll continue.....
Lodgepole campground in Sequoia ended up being a great stop for us, although it was basically closed for winter and we were the only RV (beast) to stay the night. We had a big fire and Dottie got to throw stones in the stream running next to us. We were up early and off to do the Moro Rock Trail recommended to us by our friendly ranger from yesterday. (I take a quick look around me for our friend the raccoon).
The beast is prohibited from passing out the Southern exit of Sequoia and getting to the Moro Rock meant going as far South as we are allowed, into the Giant Forest, as it is called. There is an area of 4 square miles with hundreds of these giant trees.
Parked up, sandwiches made, kids sorted, we set off. About a 4 mile hike with the ascent of Moro Rock the objective. There is actually a road to the base of the climb, but the beast was 8 ft too long, so the 4 mile hike is our only option.
Throughout our time in both Canada and the US we have been amazed at the friendliness of everyone we have met (bar a few exceptions). Yesterday whilst dragging the double buggy (stroller) up flight after flight of steps from the General Sherman Tree I was repeatedly offered help. Today as we set off, kids on our backs for Moro Rock, and a car returning from the Moro Rock Road pulled up and suggested we should drive. We said we couldn't as our RV was too big. We set off. They set off. About a minute later they returned and offered to take us. They had obviously driven off, thought about us, and then decided to go out of their way to offer us help. We were very touched. To conclude our 'aren't people generally nice' day, at the campsite tonight we were lent $10 by a couple from New England who we had literally just met, as we had no change. They were on a two year 'all the National Parks in the US' trip. Wow!!!. There are a lot of good people on the planet (you'll be pleased to know we have paid them back.....although we did consider just making a run for it....joke!!)
Nat and I had to stand to eat dinner tonight. It seems our raccoon friend has a nose for Nat's gourmet pasta thingy. He's no fool. He has no fear, and between you and me is a little scary (what would we be like if we met a bear!!)
We hike the Moro Rock Trail for 4 hours today, and don't see another hiker. Through what seemed like endless sequoia groves. Silent. Beautiful.
We get our first view of Moro Rock at a place called Hanging Rock. You can see that Moro Rock is another 'dome', much like Half Dome in Yosemite. Climbing it is going to be fun.
Hanging Rock is a precariously positioned boulder on the edge of a cliff. Not sure the picture gets the drop over, but here goes.....
Moro Rock is 350 steps up over quarter of a mile with railings protecting some of the drops, but feeling awfully exposed. In any other situation we would have been knackered from the climb but we didn't think about the steps once on the way up, as our concentration was totally focused on the breathtaking height and views (Nats knees went again, just like Taft Point!)
We deviated off the Moro Rock Trail on the way home to take in Bear Hill,Mia the Bear Hill Trial. Lunching at the top of the hill I spent the whole time scanning the horizon for bears. I felt convinced they would smell our sandwiches.
There is no feeling like the feeling of taking of your hiking boots at the end of a long day and sipping an ice cold beer.