In the foothills of the foothills

Yesterday I crossed the San Joaquin Valley to begin exploration of the western Sierras. In the process, I learned not to overdo online searching for campgrounds.

My easily befuddled brain had the name of one campground mixed with the location of another, causing me to wander down several narrow, badly paved, dead end roads. It didn’t help that I was on the fringes of cell service and couldn’t look anything up.

I finally got straightened around and got a waterfront campsite in a nearly empty state campground.