Fred in his native environment
Our campsite
General Sabrina Basin scenery
Fred at ease on his final Sierra trip
The end of a great 7 year odyssey through some of the Sierra’s finest off trail rambling by a couple of ageing mountain rats. We’d probably still be up there were it not for Fred’s stroke and the Pandemic. He never recovered his former strength, as was evident on this trip, and COVID cost me a couple of years in which age finally caught up with me. At 82 I’m not likely to return to some of my old haunts up in the Kern, although I hold out hope of one last trip into an easier destination next summer. Hope springs eternal. In any case, this trip fulfilled my promise to Fred that if he worked his butt off on stroke rehab, I’d get him back up in the sierra one last time. He did and I did, so it was at least an honorable way to bid farewell to a place that brought us so much pure, unadulterated joy and deep satisfaction.
