Sunday, January 10, 2010

LEWIS CREEK HIKE

My wife and I eliminated another "white spot" on our calendar with a very short hike on the Lewis Creek Trail north of Oakhurst. We just wanted to get out into the Gr8YdOpn and revisit this place after our initial visit the day after Christmas 2009. Only this time I didn't forget the camera! The Lewis Creek after-Christmas hike was a winter wonderland spectacular! The snows have melted since then.

Instead of going upstream last time, we went downstream towards Cedar Valley. Uncle T told us of a hot spring along the stream. We thought he was telling us a tall-tale, which he is famous for from time to time.

Going on Uncle T told us, we approached an area above Corlieu Falls. We noticed two acorn grinding stations used by the Native Americans. They picked a good spot...plenty of oak trees in the area.

Then I climbed up a couple of rocks and peered over and scanned the rockface on the other side of the creek. There it was recessed into the rock with steam emanating from the source. For purposes of preserving the location of the hot springs, no photos are shown as to the location.

A portent for the western Sierra Nevada? Anything can happen.


Native American version of the "atom smasher" for smashing acorns.





A second one nearby.





Corlieu Falls. Named after Clifford Corlieu.



As if the rocks themselves were stacked by someone.



Peek-a-boo! I see you!



Which way do we go?















While browsing the Internet, I came across this poem by Clifford Corlieu.

Sierra’s Call
by Clifford Corlieu

Give me the mountains,
The glorious mountains,
Whose beauties all come from the snows,
Where nature’s hand blesses
The soul with caresses
Of free life and quiet repose

Where free from all business
And commercial fizziness,
And straight jacket ‘ciety rule,
I can eat and drink and slouch it,
And not have to couch it
Neath pretense, or be called a fool

Give me grand Sierra
In county Madera
To live among its great peaks,
With climate that’s peeree,
And forest so deery,
And rainbows a-swarm in its creeks

Where a strenuous hike it
Soon leads you to like it
For it hardens your corny foot mellows,
Expanding your muscle,
Reducing your bustle,
And makes your lungs work like a bellows.

Where camp fare and clime,
Soon make you feel prime;
Make steely your sinew and bone,
Your muscle and bust
Swell out like crust
Often an old time dutch oven baked pone.

Hie then to Sierra’s mountain
Where joys are beyond your countin,
There are fountains of health
And ledges of wealth
Call with favors abounden.

Hopefully, we will be able to find some gold in those "ledges of wealth." That will be our next adventure.








Wherever I may roam...