A fizzle start to our summer trip
07.06.2016 - 13.06.2016 95 °F
We had quite a summer planned, and as usual, life got in the way. We’d planned for Dale to backpack across the Sierra with two of our boys and 3 of the grandkids, plus an adopted boy and his son. Then, the day after returning from the Sierras we’d go to the UK and travel for a month, return home and then be off to Alaska.
Unfortunately, as I haven’t worked since last year, and after several vehicle repairs and unexpected expensive home repairs, we decided to postpone the Europe trip until next year. I called United and they canceled the UK, giving us until Feb to rebook a new trip. This was quite a relief as I was afraid, with cheap seats, we’d lose our tickets. We do lose tickets to Les Mis, a concert at Royal Albert Hall, a performance at the Globe, opera in Oslo and a tour of Highclere. Alas…..
I’ve been on standby for most of this year so planning the hike has been iffy. I’d wanted to go, but I hike slow and felt that it could hinder the hike rather than help. But it was something I really wanted for Dale to do and the boys were so wanting him to go along. Also, someone needed to drive from one side of the Sierras to the other in order to get kids back home.
As last week was ending, and I was not called out, we made the decision to go with the hiking party. The hike would start in Onion Valley, just out of Independence on Hwy 395, go over Kearsarge Pass and end in Kings Canyon, 25 miles and 5 days later.
On Tuesday, Dale and I loaded up 4 kids, 3 of them hikers and one little, who needed to be taken care of during the hike. We drove up to the Upper Greys Meadow Campground, about 10 miles east of the Onion Valley trailhead. The campground is at about 6,000’ and quite a climb, even for our truck.
We arrived at the campground after 7pm, hot and tired of the 4-hour drive. Kids took off running, the campground nearly empty. Winds were howling off of the Sierras on thru the exposed campground.
Dale thought that he’d fill the fresh water tank before parking, turned off the engine and coasted to the faucet. Well that was a mistake, remember Palm Springs? We didn’t! So there the truck was, on the campground road, stuck. Dale sprayed the brake cleaner into the intake, but nothing happened. We waited and then sprayed and hit the gas but nothing.
Finally, with winds howling, no light, we decided to camp right there and deal with it in the morning. We’d take our chances on someone arriving in the night and needing to drive past us, as we took the whole road.
We got the slideout out, made dinner and all of us fell asleep quickly.