For the past fourteen years a group of us has gone up to Wishon Dam, above Shaver Lake on an annual encampment. Many of our group are seasoned outdoorsmen and for some of us this is a once a year adventure in a tent. It’s an unstructured weekend. For me, some years have featured some extensive hiking and even fishing, this year featured card playing and lazing about.
Since I seem to be in blog mode, I thought I’d share a bit of the experience.
|Even my cellphone snapshots can't suppress the grandeur of the Sierra scenery|
|Me and Mikey from a couple of years ago|
|For the first time this year, I played and lo0st only about $10 over two nights, not bad for a novice. Here from 2012 the real deal, so to speak|
|Some come up to rest, this, of a friend from a couple of years ago could have been me this year|
|This year we drove rather than walked, though in any year Lilypad (below) would have been a very long walk|
|Closing ceremonies as your humble servant and Dr. Fong fold the flag|
|The real close, though, is usually in Shaver Lake. Here the infamous Two Forks readies himself|
|Waitress Kim was a very good sport|
|A job well done, and from there we drove down the mountain. Now begins the planning for 2015.|