There is no doubt I fell for the scenery and landscapes out on my trip to California! I mean, sure, who wouldn't with the views like this one? A while back, the state dammed up the Kaweah River, coming down off the Mountains, and filled in this lake.
It's about a mile down on the dark side of Route 88
One thing I never mentioned, before I took this crazy trip cross country, is the weird dream I had one night. I can't go into all of it, it's a bit hazy, right now... but the gist of it is: I dreamed I was flying out to meet Dreemie and her husband, and they ended up kidnapping me and I was never heard from again. I told her and we laughed quite a bit. As I am walking out of the airport when they picked me up, a had a brief flash, thinking, well, guess we'll find out for sure... won't we?
Six and a half days later, we're having an absolute blast. Great time, walks in wonderful National Parks, great food, and an absolute joy of a family...
...until we go down the mountain and visit Kaweah State Reservation and Lake Kaweah. We get to this park, where @dreemsteem had been talking about a beautiful walk and a great place for pictures. We're walking and she's spending her time all that day talking about, "Oh-oh... hmmm... something's not right. I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Let's just keep walking, maybe it's around that bend..." Meanwhile, in the back of my mind, here it comes: Kidnapped and Diced into tiny pieces! Sure, sure, lure me into the woods at some weird state reservation, where my body will be found by a team investigating my mysterious disappearance, ten years alter on some reality TV show. Isn't it always some out of the way state park where they bury the bodies?
Oh you don't know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night (all night)
In the night (all night)
Stand right up now and let them shoot through you
With apologies to Bruce Sprinsteen
Turns out, it was springtime... which, on the east coast can mean anything from winter, to summer, and not much other differences, but, out in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, Springtime means, winter snow melts, little runoff, flowing into tiny streams, turning into massive streams, and angry overflowing rivers, overfilling the lake, down below, by the damn.
The paths for the beautiful walks that Miss Dreem had talked about? About ten feet under water. Maybe Next Time they can kidnap, me, but for now...
Guess this means, there's more to do! Can't wait for the next time I visit!
