Went car camping last weekend, to a camp ground just below the entrance to Yosemite. It was at about 6,000 feet and had 8 spots and nobody was there but my gal and I both nights. Big meadow next to us. Also drove to a nearby Giant Sequoia grove nearby and did a short hike with those stops that have a post with a little info about the big trees on them, again, just us on the shor loop.

Joined up for a couple of upcoming Sierra hikes with the Sierra club, am trying to get the lungs and legs back somewhere close to where they used to be for some backpacking next year. But there are still several hikes scheduled for this year, mostly day types, but they are at altitude and they kick my butt because I'm not a regular and, as said, am back in training much as possible.

Looking at those 300+ feet tall trees is always refreshing. They've lived forever, have limbs at the top big as trees in your yard. And I look up and think how awesome and majestic they are and now matter how tall they get or how long they live, they'll never grow a brain, never evolve even a sparrow-sized brain. It really gives you a sense of perpective, of place . . . just kidding, the rest was true.

Still spend too many weekends doing a lot of nothing, but I'm working on it.

How neat! Sounds like you had fun. This Friday I am going to ride a friend's horse! I can't wait!!

wow, camping in giant trees, riding horses...sounds like fun.
I really need to get a life.