Gassing up before the climb, in Visalia. Gas-station lady asked "Going to work?" "No, going hiking." (She gave me a puzzled look.) "In the Mountains" I said, pointing east. She shook her head.
With full packs and wilderness permit (no problem getting one without a reservation, BTW), we head east from Road End for seven days of hiking.
On the flat floor of Kings Canyon, looking east and south.
Crossing the bridge that spans the South Fork of the Kings River, heading towards Bubbs Creek.
