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Creek Running North
August 17, 2004
About an hour and a half east of here, up the west slope of the Sierra Nevada and just past the Calaveras Big Trees on State Route 4, there's a small reservoir called Lake Alpine.
The reservoir looks like a natural lake: tree-fringed, rocks poking up through the earth, lodgepole pines and red firs. There's a campground at the east end of the lake along the Tahoe-Yosemite Trail. There's a lodge a mile down the road with a restaurant and deck where dogs are welcome. And there's the Carson-Iceberg Wilderness, 160,000 acres of not-city, immediately adjacent to the lake and the campground.
In 1997 or thereabouts, Zeke and I went there for a day-hike, and I took a few pictures which were developed by the disappointingly bad Seattle Film Works.
In a few days we're going back, just me and Zeke, for two nights of camping. We'll eat a hamburger at the Lake Alpine Lodge. We'll hang around the campsite and dabble our feet in the lake. We'll walk into the wilderness and cross the North Fork of the Stanislaus. We'll sleep on the ground atop the pine needles, and smell the sun-warmed bark.
Posted by Chris Clarke at August 17, 2004 07:39 AM
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sounds wonderful...wish i could go too :)Posted by: Anne at August 18, 2004 09:56 AM