Tuesday, October 31, 2023
Back in my youth me and another like minded soul would camp out on the Mokelumne River up in the Sierra. Across the river and about three miles upstream was an old hunting camp. Nothing left but stone fireplaces and an abandoned apple orchard. The trees were wild but still producing, and if we hiked up there in the fall we'd load up with apples and bring them home.
The orchard was also a Mecca for the local black bear population in the fall, and you have never seen so much bear poop in your life scattered among those trees. Tree fertilizer. At night they feasted on all those sweet apples, preparing themselves well for winter hibernation.
That old orchard is probably still there, feeding the descendants of those Yogis, as well as any hikers fit enough to stroll up the river.
In addition, fishing for trout along that semi remote stretch of the Mokelumne was not too bad. Caught some nice browns during the years I haunted those parts.