North Fork American River Hiking Trails and Swimming Holes

by John Soares on September 3, 2010

Gambolin’ Man writes long essays about his hikes complete with philosophy and natural history. His latest post covers a recent summer sojourn  North Fork American River in the Sierra Nevada foothills:

One early evening, with the wind whipping up into swirls of dancing dust devils, I’m enjoying a moment of quiet respite sitting on a rock writing my bear memoir when, suddenly, Gambolin’ Gal – approaching from the river – lets out a startled gasp, which causes me to drop my pen and whirl around just in time to see a bear tear off faster than possible for such a lumbering animal, leaving scattered sets of giant paw prints and clear indentations of five inch long claw marks scarring the trail. Ursula, bad girl!

North Fork American River. (Photo by Gambolin' Man)

North Fork American River. (Photo by Gambolin' Man)

Rattlesnake near the North Fork American River in the Sierra Nevada. (Photo by Gambolin' Man)

Rattlesnake near the North Fork American River in the Sierra Nevada. (Photo by Gambolin' Man)

Another fascinating post. Be sure to check it out.

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Group Hiking Guy September 5, 2010 at 12:48 pm

Wow great photo! Was it dangerous to take the picture of the snake from that close?

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John Soares September 6, 2010 at 10:52 am

Twitter: @TheJohnSoares

He might have used zoom, so perhaps the snake wasn’t as close as it appears.

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Gambolin' Man September 6, 2010 at 6:10 pm

As I wrote in the account, rattlesnakes, when given enough room, are not really threatening creatures. I was probably 4 or 5 feet from this snake.

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John Soares September 9, 2010 at 5:44 am

Twitter: @TheJohnSoares

I watched a rattlesnake near Morris Meadows in the Trinity Alps as it slithered across the trail and then circled back toward me. I’m not saying I was a target, but I’m not sure it was coincidence either.

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