Hwy 108 Sonora Pass

We are finally semi-settled into our Mammoth condo.  The early word is we miss living in a home.  Not necessarily our old SD home, but a peaceful quiet home, in a neighborhood were you say hi to the same guy every morning.  The transient vacation rental complex living is wearing a little thin on us, so the timing is perfect for a little getaway.

First stop, Sonora Bridge Campground: one mile off of the 395 on the 108.  It’s a beautiful National Forest campground; 23 sites, 6 of them pull through.   Why take the easy way out with a pull through site when you can stress test your marriage with a back in site?  We passed the test and are still married!  The backing in was actually easy; the stressor was doing it multiple times trying to get level.  The only amenities are vaulted toilets (aka out houses or shit boxes) and usually water.  I say usually because the water was recently turned off because of high levels of arsenic.

The campground is absolutely wonderful, spread out, peaceful, quiet and just plain old relaxing.  And I swear the camp host is a relative of Harry at Boulder Creek in Lone Pine. Two thumbs up!

We arrived on Sunday, with the thought of on Monday going over the Sonora Pass down to Pinecrest for some mountain biking.  Never having been on the road, we had no expectations.  It was like the Tioga Pass on steroids.  Our campground is at 6,800 ft.  The pass is 9,628 ft.  The road gets as steep as 26%!  What an awe-inspiring drive.  And twice as nice when you are not in a hurry.  We pulled over countless times just to take it all in.

We will have to go back to Pinecrest for some more riding.  Unfortunately, all we were able to squeeze in was a little doinky doink ride.  That’s a small price to pay for the time spent on the Sonora Pass.

Another day, another learning lesson.  Do not leave a 5 gallon pail half full of water at your campsite all day while you are gone.  If you do, you may just come back to a chipmunk that has managed to drown himself.  And it will probably put a little damper on your wife’s day.

I’m afraid the iPhone photos don’t quite capture the majesty of the Sonora Pass, but you can be the judge.

 

 

Pulling away from the hangar.  I'll never tire of the view of Mt Morison.

Pulling away from the hangar. I’ll never tire of the view of Mt Morrison.

 

$15 a night ain't bad.

$15 a night ain’t bad.

 

Campsite #8.  Look at the gigantic Jeffery Pine.

Campsite #8. Look at the gigantic Jeffery Pine.

 

The virtues of a yoga practice.  Most 45 years olds would be sitting on the steps to take off their socks.

The virtues of a yoga practice. Most 45 years olds would be sitting on the steps to take off their socks.

Collecting water in a sun shower on the West Walker River.  We used the water to wash dishes since there wasn't any water at the campground.

Collecting water in a sun shower on the West Walker River. We used the water to wash dishes since there wasn’t any water at the campground.

Cornhusker.

Cornhusker.

View of the watermelon eater outside our front door.

View of the watermelon eater outside our front door.

Enough said.

Enough said.

The story.

The story.

Looking west from the top of the pass.  The PCT is back there.

Looking west from the top of the pass. The PCT is back there.

Look closely and you see glimpses of the 108 Sonora Pass Hwy.

Look closely and you see glimpses of the 108 Sonora Pass Hwy.

Donelle Dam.

Donnell Dam.

Amelia wading in a tame section of the middle fork of the Stanislaus River.

Amelia wading in a tame section of the middle fork of the Stanislaus River.

A not so tame section of the middle fork of the Stanislaus River.

A not so tame section of the middle fork of the Stanislaus River.

Middle fork of the Stanislaus River.

Middle fork of the Stanislaus River.

Yet another spot where Amelia wanted to stop.  we didn't get the name of this creek.

Yet another spot where Amelia wanted to stop. We didn’t get the name of this creek.

There were several little water falls feeding into the creek with no name.

There were several little water falls feeding into the creek with no name.

Yet another lesson learned: don't leave your wind outside while taking your evening walk.  Aren't you glad I didn't post a picture of the chipmunk.

Yet another lesson learned: don’t leave your wine outside while taking your evening walk.  Aren’t you glad I didn’t post a picture of the chipmunk?