A Backpack to the Remote Lyell Fork of the Merced River

Ahhh, thats more like it. Looking over the kitchen, Dave takes a break.

Back to Waterfall Camp

A Trail and Cross-Country Route to the Lyell Fork, July 2007

We spent the rest of the day cleaning up (a bath is always a good thing), airing out our feet, working through the day’s food, reading, or generally just enjoying the vast views from our camp ledge. Nearby the soporific hiss of the waterfall sliding endlessly down the steep clean granite walls provided a lullaby as we sat in our chairs. We were by turns admiring the vast scenic panorama, reading or napping, though I have to say that these days I spend more time just looking and trying to commit everything to memory. The panorama was the obvious thing to remember, but even as I sit here writing this, I vividly remember gazing across camp to a rock wall where water was slowly sliding down the granite over what seemed a face in the rock. Pictures always help me to remember, which is why I always have taken so many in all my journeys.

The lower falls of "Waterfall Camp". It is 800 feet lower down there at the Lyell Fork

The ford of the stream of "Waterfall Camp" looking west.

The day wore on and we did not venture far from camp: it was turning into a rest day. Soon enough it was time for dinner, chores, and the after dinner evening show of the sun slowly setting accompanied by the alpine-glow. Growing dusk ushered us to our shelters and we called it a day.