Last August (2000) I took a solo (What else is new?) trip up into the Sierra National Forest. To a quiet little alpine pond I stumbled across a few years ago when looking for a camping spot away from the madding. It's a picture perfect spot at the end of the end of the end of the fire and logging roads cut into the forest, set up high amidst a grove of towering trees untouched by the harvesting activities which still take place, expansive views only a short hike away. It is quiet. It is peaceful. It is serene. The loudest noise is the wind rushing through the tree tops or the click clacking of the dragonflies playing down in the rushes rising from the pond's still surface. It's a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle. So come with me as I wind my way up to nearly 8000' to unwind myself and explore in this tucked away pocket in the Sierras.