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Year: 2022

  • Long Lake to Mosquito Flat

    Long Lake to Mosquito Flat

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    This is our final day!

    The lake is like a polished mirror, and the mountain range stand like a boundary between the water and the sky. The two almost look indistinguishable. The kids stir and wake up. I go out for a photography session and fish while Yan makes oatmeal breakfast.

    We clean up, pack up our tents and packs, and head down the trail. The progress is much faster today, being mostly flat or downhill. We quickly pass my favorite spot by Box Lake and make it to Marsh Lake. Here, we stop for an extended snack break.

    Daphney and Jayden run down the trail. It is hard to stay ahead of them. They race to see who will spot our car first.

    Soon, we see picnic tables.

    From across Rock Creek: “Dr. Wongworawat!”

    It’s Allen. They did make it to camp and stayed two nights, at the outlet of Heart Lake. We exchange stories. It seems unbelievable that we were a few hundred yards from each other, yet not knowing if the other party had made it as planned. He and his family had a wonderful time. He wants to do this again.

    Picnic tables, the toilets, the parking lot, and our car! The kids run there. We wash up and load the car. It’s time to go home.

    Our kids had a spectacular time out in the wilderness. “We love backpacking! We want to go again!”

    The anticipation for the next trip begins.

     
     
  • Marsh Lake to Long Lake

    Marsh Lake to Long Lake

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    Rock Creek is still singing when I get up. The clothes on the line are mostly dry. Soon, the kids stir. I climb the hillock nearby and shoot pictures of clear reflections in the lake as it stretches like a polished slab of glass dotted with marsh grass.

    Breakfast this morning is hash browns with scrambled eggs. Daphney helps getting the food ready. We cast for fish again, but like last night, they remain spooked. The kids enjoy climbing for the boulders, proud of themselves that they crossed the stream on a fallen tree and made it to the other side.

    We pack up and head up the trail and have lunch at Heart Lake. The kids find it hard to make the uphill climb, but soon, we’re walking along a flat section flanking Box Lake. This would turn out to be one of my favorite sections of the trail. The path is high and wide open. Below to the left is Box Lake. In front, the mountain range frames the horizon. The kids run ahead.

    Soon, we’re at Long Lake, our destination for the day. We arrive very early, around 2:00 in the afternoon. Everyone soaks their feet in the refreshing water. The northern shore, around the lake’s outlet, is packed with campers, so Tyler and I go scouting again. There is a small meadow where the lake drains. There are also a few dirt patches. None of these are acceptable; but high above, on a private bluff, there is a small, picturesque area for two small tents with a nearby flowing creek for easy water access. This is the spot!

    The routine is the same again, but before dinner, we head down the banks to fish.

    I hear my name: “Dr. Wongworawat!”

    It’s Damien and his party. So, they did make it on the trail and ended up here. We shared trail stories, and I learn that Allen did backpack in as well, and he is supposedly camped near Heart Lake.

    We catch some brook trout. Daphney is only allowing catch-and-release, so that is what I do.

    The routine continues. We have egg drop soup and spinach noodles for dinner. Afterwards, we watch the moon rise and cast silvery reflections on Long Lake while colorful clouds, first white then pink then purple, lazily drift by.

     
     
  • Mosquito Flat to Marsh Lake

    Mosquito Flat to Marsh Lake

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    The trail rises gently out of Mosquito Flat. In contrast to the scorching hot week in Loma Linda, the air, scented with pine needles and sagebrush, is cool. I tell the kids a story about hiking in Kings Canyon to distract them from the mild uphill. Just before the trail junction to Ruby Lake and Mono Pass, everyone takes a break by some shaded boulders.

    We arrive at beautiful Mack Lake. It sits a little below the main trail. There isn’t an obvious route to this lake, so we push on ahead. The spur trail to Marsh Lake takes off at a right angle to the left, and we follow it along the lake’s northern shoreline. Prior to the trip, we had agreed to meet in this general area.

    There’s a green tent with a lakefront view, among the trees, just beyond the large rocky hillock. A young couple emerges from around the bend. No, they haven’t seen anyone else here, not Damien and his party. I ask them to keep a lookout for anyone else that might be looking for us, particularly if they have baby carriers.

    Tyler and I scout for a campsite. We follow a use trail along Rock Creek, the outlet of Marsh Lake. The patch of brush opens up. The creek tumbles down a small rockfall and into a deep clear pool, then it meanders along a meadow. This is perfect. There are spaces for a few tents, and we decide to settle here.

    The routine is pretty much the same as that of other backpacking evenings. Set up the tent. Unroll the sleeping pads and inflate them. Fluff up the sleeping bags. Pump water. Bathe.

    Bathe. This time, because of the kids, I bring extra gas canisters, which a hiking buddy Mark calls “comfort fuel.” Everyone washes up, the kids with comfort fuel, and Yan and I directly with stream water. Biodegradable soap for bathing is used away from the stream, then there is soapless bathing directly in the flowing water.

    The routine continues. Laundry. String a line. Thread the wet clothes through. Make dinner.

    Tonight, it’s broccoli cheese soup with orecchiette pasta, dried vegetables, and freshly grated Parmesan. We try to catch fish but there were no strikes; there were several women who fished earlier, standing right by the bank with beer in hand, spooking all the fish in the deep pool. Even without freshly caught trout, dinner hit the spot.

    Dishes. Post-dinner stroll. Pictures. Heat water. Make cider. We enjoy a hot spicy cider with double chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Then, the kids play inside the tent under a solar lantern while Yan and I take in the moment: comfortable rock for a seat, the babbling creek, the sound of kids giggling, and a deep blue sky lit by millions of lanterns so far away.

  • Preparations for Little Lakes Valley

    Preparations for Little Lakes Valley

    Anticipation  |  To Marsh Lake  |  To Long Lake  |  To Mosquito Flat

    The anticipation began more than six months ago. After seeing the kids hike the loop trail in Pinnacles National Park, and after having abandoned their double stroller in favor of shoes, we grew confident that they will be able to go backpacking.

    Inyo National Forest permits become available six months before entry date, so for a September 3 date, we had set our calendar alerts for March 3, 7:00 am, Pacific Time. And to be sure that we could get a permit, we had another alert set for March 2, so that we could snag a Friday entry if we were outcompeted the next day.

    March 2 came. At 7:01, we scored a permit for four spots on September 2. The next day, we got another four spots.

    In the weeks leading up to the trip, I invited others who were able to share our extra permit: first Damien, second year orthopedic surgery resident; then Tyler, attending joint replacement surgeon; and finally Allen, senior orthopedic surgery resident. We revised our gear list. We weighed and catalogued every item down to the gram. We planned our menu. We packed.

    It’s now the day of the trip, pre-dawn Saturday of Labor Day weekend. The car had been loaded the night before. The tank is full. It’s 5:40 am, and we’re ready.

    The parking lot at Mosquito Flat is completely full, cars spilling out onto the road, down the mountain, and clogging up the lot below. I get out of the car and was able to negotiate with hikers coming down the trail. We unload and have soba noodles with cold dipping sauce and all the traditional toppings.

    Tyler, whom I had suggested this trip to during our photoshoot on the hospital helipad, and his family arrive in the full parking lot. I spot them and get their attention.

    Meanwhile, a man with a baby carrier backpack sees my grocery bag of trash and says, “Oh, Loma Linda Market!”

    “Yeah, Loma Linda. Have you been there?”

    “We’re actually waiting here, meeting some people coming up from Loma Linda.”

    “The Nedleys!”

    Soon, we see Allen. Everyone finds parking spaces. Allen gets his spot because someone got kicked out of the wilderness for lack of a permit. Damien would have arrived last night and should now be at Marsh Lake. Allen decides to finish lunch first, and Tyler and his family join us with their packs.

    The anticipation is over; we’re hitting the trail!

  • The Big Island of Hawai’i

    The Big Island of Hawai’i

  • Maui

    Maui

  • Adding Turtles to the Pond

    Adding Turtles to the Pond

  • Milky Way Viewing at Joshua Tree

    Milky Way Viewing at Joshua Tree

  • Venice

    Venice

  • Catalina Island

    Catalina Island

  • Fawnskin Cabin

    Fawnskin Cabin