Fresno, CA

Kelley 2007 Adventure, part 2.
Well it's June 27 in Fresno, CA, and we are clean.
Not in a metaphysical sense, mind-you, for that would take an abrasive not unlike a diamond grinder, but instead a simple shower to wash away the trail dust of 2 days of camping and hiking in Sequioa/Kings Canyon Nation Forest.
Amazing forests tucked high above deserts and California's Central Valley, trees so large that the visiting church group of Korea, 20 strong, could not circle it's girth with arms held wide. Even in the these amazing forests there was my theme-word for California so far... Arid. I don't know how the bears can make a living up here, except for panhandling, but that results in assassinations of the ursids. I guess the bullet beats starvation for the Grande Adios. The only repreave was found in the lush meadows, forming pockets of chest-high green in the cradles of sloping conifer wood.
It bothers me that I don't know most of the names of the birds and flora here, but I'm working on it, much to the roomate's chagrin.
Tomorrow we head north on CA-41 to Yosemite Park, to see what there is to be seen. The American proverb of bears climbing hills suddenly becomes very...real?
God's blessings to all,
Jim.