After leaving our Park Ridge camp we drove over to the Buck Rock Lookout.
The stairways at Buck Rock were wooden instead of steel.
While talking with the lookout observer I heard voices on the stairs. I looked down and there were Jeremy and Micah, who had visited our camp on Park Ridge the day before, climbing up to the lookout.
Rain clouds south of Buck Rock reminded us that we had a couple of friends to visit before dark.
After dinner with friends at Hume Lake we drove southwest through the forest to the small village of Badger.
Then headed east toward Eshom Campground.
The sign in the photo above reminded me of a story I read once in an old newspaper. The entire story here.
We arrived at Eshom Campground and were greeted by some very surprised friends.
Shelia gave us directions and dates for their camp about six weeks earlier but I told her that the chances were slim that we would join them. But we knew what she did not, that we were planning on visiting the western Sierra during the same week. All three were very surprised when we pulled up to their seriously out of the way campground just before sunset.
Our morning began with the sound of thunder and a brief rain shower.
Later in the morning I noticed that there were gooseberries growing around the campground.
Evidence of some misjudgement during a tree felling.
After breakfast we said goodbye to Richard, his daughter Shelia and her friend Verina.
A road across the Sierra Foothills to US 99 and home.