Rain. In March. In the central San Joaquin valley. Used to be that as an expression of disbelief for an uncommon occurrence we would say "it's going to rain." I am looking at it out my office window right now and it is coming down in buckets. Thunderstorms expected, but I will believe that when I see it.
Talked to CJ today, and he said that he had found the mythical road that goes all the way to the upper reaches of the north fork of the Kaweah River. We have searched for this road for years. I am not convinced, and will remain thus until it is driven to the end. I have spent many an hour on Google Earth searching the area east of Hartland trying to find a way. The closest I get is the Cherry Gap road, but that leaves about 3/4 of a mile from the river. That in and of itself isn't bad, however, it is 3/4 of a mile of steep mountain.
If you want to see what I am talking about, cut and paste the following on Google Earth in the Fly To window: 36 37' 42.65" N 118 53' 59.05" W
Back out a little and you can see what I am talking about. It is STEEP and choked with manzanita, buck brush, and poison oak. Rattlesnakes abound. All to catch some damn fish, you say? Not just any fish. Native brown trout in deep blue pools that never are bothered by fishermen. Makes me want to lace up right now and head that way. No planter trout here. Natives only.
There is a spot there that is without a doubt one of the most beautiful spots on earth. I don't know what it is exactly called, and I have only been there once. But it is a place I will never forget.... and it is a story that I will relate another day.
Going to go out and catch this storm for a little while.
dp
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March 20th is one of the more perfect days on the calendar. Frankly, it's my birthday. Did you find the road and the Browns? Sure got me curious!
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