So let's get started
We left Wilton on Tuesday and two miles down the road, I drew engine warning lights. Afraid to head into the Sierras, we made for the nearest diesel repair spot which backtracked us to West Sacramento. 3886 miles on Big Bird and we had blown a Fuel Pump Accentuator or something like that...a three inch red part that had stuck open. It was a tense moment with the Bird helpless or seemingly so.
It could have been two days or four hours. Luckily for us, they had the part and Miguel was awesome and four hours later after a tour of the Yolo Bypass birding area a few miles away, we were back on the road. Of course I had the chip in my camera backwards. The map function said 120 miles to Groveland, so we headed off.
Groveland used to be known as Garrote, after hanging some troublesome Mexican banditos back in the gold rush. In my opinion, it is famous for being on the upper end of the nastiest startch of road on earth--the Old Priest grade, set at 18-20%, and possible the steepest in the golden state, it is famous for unsuspecting people following it from map functions, like our friends. They weren't driving Big Bird, we took the "new" road (as opposed to an old stage coach road), it was bad enough.
I have never been here before.
I tried to do my Ansel Adams imitations
We hiked and found another grove of Sequoia, the Merced Grove, one of three groves they have in the park
and then....we found snow