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The
Sierra Nevada Range is getting closer as we are riding through the last
of the Cascades. September is a fine time to ride in the mountains. All
the crowds have returned to the cities as the children are once again
back in school. Occasionally we meet a hunter or day hiker. Many Alpine
lakes are empty and we camp in places now that we wouldn't have a month
ago.
There are many signs of the
changing season. Squirrels are cutting cones and you just about need a
helmet while walking under big pines. Some of the Pine cones are very
heavy and spiney. It seems as though the squirrels try landing them on
your head. Deer are getting restless as rut is approaching. Bears are
busy eating berries and grubs, hoping to put on a good layer of fat for
their hibernation reserve. The most obvious sign is the shorter days and
the lower angle of the sun. The sun barely rises above the high mountain
ridges and layover days are spent chasing the sun with the solar panels.
We next find ourselves passing
severe blowdown on the Pacific Crest Trail. We have a three day ride on
logging roads, Forest Service roads, and a highway. Blown down trees are
not only annoying but can be extremely dangerous. September 14th is a
day we won't forget. There was a huge tree across the trail in an almost
impassable area. We had to unpack the two pack horses and Belknap. We
then had to lead the horses up the side of the mountain, around the tree,
then back down to the trail. Rocky fell three times. It was hard to scramble
ahead of the lunging horse. I was down on all fours going as fast as I
could. "The Face", our mule, can not be lead around obstacles.
She has to figure out things for herself. She and Belknap were smart enough
to climb around by themselves.
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