In the summer of 2008, David, Luke, and I decided to take a 3 day backpacking trip into the John Muir Wilderness.
We got a late start, leaving Clovis around 11 am. On the way to the Woodchuck Trailhead we had to drive over the dam of Wischon Lake, stopping briefly for some pictures.
After leaving the truck at the Woodchuck Trailhead, we hiked along the northwest shore of Wishon Lake. On the way we passed a few babbling streams and lots of beautiful wilderness.
As we turned northeast, away from the lake, we began our assent. After hiking for some time, we came to a place with a lush, green meadow on the left side of the trail and a huge mound of boulders on the right. As we walked past the boulders we noticed a subtle movement beneath a rock. David, never failing to be the compulsive adventurer he is, leapt into the boulder field - still unsure of what he was chasing - scouring the dark crevices for any form of life. After a few moments of eager anticipation, not to mention rationally thought out behavior, Luke and Matt climbed over a few boulders to find David staring into the eyes of a terrified Woodchuck.
After our first ever woodchuck sighting we could hardly contain our giddiness and decided to take a break and relax by the trail. When we had all dropped our packs, we thought we might take advantage of some of the wilderness' more private, pleasurable affordances.
To be continued . . .
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