We did not know it at the time, but this hike into Onion Valley is the toughest single climb in the Sierra! As related to me, since I was called away, by our leader and Tim. Among other things it included three mountain passes, Kearsarge pass at 11, 823 feet, Glen Pass 11,978 feet, and Baxter Pass 12,300 feet. And a loop backpacking trail of almost thirty miles. (See our leader’s trail map.) With eighteen in the group, the adults were Tim, our leader, Steve, Jim A. and Gale. Some of the daughters were, Amy, Heather, Lori Miles, Sheila, Christie, and Christine. After a long day’s hike and spectacular mountainous views, setting up camp came next. However, there is nothing more relaxing than fishing in a Sierra mountain stream or lake in the afternoon. Even better yet, actually catching some trout and augmenting the dinner with fresh fried trout. Gale won the honors of catching the most trout on the trip!
However, this trip is more famous among the backpackers and it is all about Amy. The whole group had placed their backpacks into the automobiles. After a great week of …show more content…
And Mario Bonura what an amazing backpacking journey, you have taken all of us on, THANK YOU! You are our very own, A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS!
This poem epitomizes our feeling and embodiment of all our Wilderness experiences.
WILDERNESS SOUNDS
I love to hear the running water sound,
Bouncing down, in and out and all around.
Slipping and sliding, in many a bound,
From the snowcapped mountains, it will tumble and pound.
I love to hear, the running water sound,
It runs and argues, just like little boys.
With cheers, jeers, and shouts of unbridled joys,
But with it comes such elegance and poise. I love to lie beneath a green canopy,
With maple, oak and pine, for scenery.
And a cold mountain stream, whispering to me.
I love to sleep at night, in this
However, this trip is more famous among the backpackers and it is all about Amy. The whole group had placed their backpacks into the automobiles. After a great week of …show more content…
And Mario Bonura what an amazing backpacking journey, you have taken all of us on, THANK YOU! You are our very own, A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS!
This poem epitomizes our feeling and embodiment of all our Wilderness experiences.
WILDERNESS SOUNDS
I love to hear the running water sound,
Bouncing down, in and out and all around.
Slipping and sliding, in many a bound,
From the snowcapped mountains, it will tumble and pound.
I love to hear, the running water sound,
It runs and argues, just like little boys.
With cheers, jeers, and shouts of unbridled joys,
But with it comes such elegance and poise. I love to lie beneath a green canopy,
With maple, oak and pine, for scenery.
And a cold mountain stream, whispering to me.
I love to sleep at night, in this