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Grand Canyon National Park

Posted on August 3, 2021 by Matt Oliver

We visited the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in 2016 on our first family cross country camping trip. Matt and I visited the South Rim years ago on our way home from Florida but I wanted to see it again. Using the lottery system, we applied to hike down and stay at Phantom Ranch which is a ranch at the floor of the canyon. However, we weren’t selected to stay there so my backup plan was for us to hike down part of the canyon via the Bright Angel Trail. I wanted to feel the vastness of the canyon by being in it but unfortunately, that didn’t happen either. We rolled into the Grand Canyon right before a thunderstorm. We were all pretty tired from having completed The Wave hike that morning and I realized that we had hiked 24 miles over the previous three days. As the night went on, I started feeling worse, had chills and what felt like a fever. Matt took care of the kids and I was asleep by 7:30pm.

The next morning, I felt a bit better but not great. We let the kids sleep in and made a big breakfast, a feast of pancakes, bacon and eggs. We decided to take it easy, complete part of the Rim Trail along the Canyon and hit the Visitor’s Center. The Grand Canyon is unlike any other canyon due to its sheer size; it is 277 miles long, 18 miles wide and more than one mile deep. Despite that this was my third trip to the canyon, it still made my jaw drop and my head spin. The backdrop simply looks fake. We even saw a California Condor soaring over the canyon. After walking the Rim Trail for a bit, we headed back to the camper for lunch and I took a nap in the hammock. Late that afternoon, we went to several lookout points using the truck instead of our legs and watched as another storm rolled in and provided us with a lightening show. Before leaving the canyon rim, we found Phantom Ranch using the binoculars and I decided then that I will continue to try and get the opportunity to hike down into the canyon and stay there.

Paria Canyon-Vermilion Cliffs Wilderness: The Wave

Posted on August 2, 2021August 2, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Blog Post by: Samantha

For the third day in a row, we awoke at half-light to drive down a secluded road, a rocky and haphazardness obstacle to our next hike. We clung to our rare and sought after permit (the Bureau of Land Management only gives permits to 3% of the requests) and began our journey to The Wave, a formation compromised of a rainbow of red rock, like a rainbow streaming out of the desert’s desolation. However, up to 30% of people granted permits are not able to find The Wave, and simply experience an unforgiving desert. Luckily, Dad loaded GPS waypoints so that we had an easier time finding the elusive formation. As we tracked through the sand next to mesas and searched for the waypoints, our legs burned from our hikes the previous days, making this one more challenging. When at last we climbed up a mesa to see The Wave we were thoroughly flabbergasted by the walls of the formation and its pristine pop of color in the midst of the desert. The Wave is truly a geological marvel; and even though we were on the brink of exhaustion, I will forever be glad we made the hike to see this psychedelic rainbow hidden among the mesas.

Zion National Park: Almost died, but the views were great!

Posted on August 1, 2021 by Matt Oliver

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Blog Post By: Eli

Before you question the title or assume I’m an adrenaline junkie, you have to understand that I had some VERY close encounters with death and medical bills during every hike we did in Zion National Park. Darn medical bills. I’d rather die than pay medical bills. *Someone in the crowd* “Don’t you know you can get medical insurance?” SHUT UP! IT’S ALL GOVERNMENT PROPAGANDA -NONE OF IT IS REAL! IT IS ALL THE GOVERNMENT! ALSO, THE WORLD IS FLA- *CIA agent stuffs writer in bag* *CIA agent throws writer in the back of a van* NO YOU CAN’T DO THIS. YOU CAN’T HIDE THE TRUTH. *CIA agents slams van doors* *CIA van burnouts and puts the pedal to the metal* *2 hours later* I’m coming to you from the CIA van. I found a laptop in the bag so I’m going to continue.

We arrived in Zion tired, hungry and restless from the long car ride. We set up our camper and we walked to the bike store. After 20 minutes in the grueling afternoon sun, we got to the bike store to get some pedal-assist bikes that have lot of interesting mechanics. However, all you need to know is that they went 20 mph and went VROOOM! We walked in to be greeted by a guy who seemed to be the stereotypical weed smoking college student just trying to get by and find something easy and relaxed to do. He was super nice and picked out our bikes and helmets and then we were on our way. We biked back to the camper and the through the canyon up to the hotel where I had a root beer and my family had lemonades. When we got back, we flopped on the bed and went to sleep.

The next morning my dad greeted me with light in my face and ordered me to get out bed which I did not comply with. After a few minutes of relentless arguing, my dad finally pulled my blanket off and turned on the air conditioning which made me cold and want to put on pants, so I got up and got ready. You win again dad. We started to drive out of the park to go hike to the left fork trailhead to hike The Subway. The drive was scenic and magical. We started the hike on a flat high alpine trail which was easy and I thought to myself, “This will be an easy 10 miles.” That is until I saw a sign that said “Entering Zion Wilderness” and through the thicket we emerged to see the canyon from above, seeing the sunrise crack through the canyon. It was gorgeous. Then I looked down and saw the drop off into the canyon and my stomach churned and I backed away to the wall behind me, clinging onto it. I looked to my left to see the Gunnison like route and I felt like my entire chest do a somersault from getting a PTSD flash back of the Black Canyon of Gunnison. As we circled down the trail we hiked over boulders, fell into cactuses (mainly only me), and fell down the trail. We got bottom and WHOA! Sorry, the van took a sharp turn… continuing… we got bottom and saw the roaring river and we entered a bamboo forest. We hiked over slippery rocks through the river, over boulders and had to find our own trail. A half mile took us about half an hour so about 3 hours later, in the hot desert sun with trail finding and the bouldering, I was tired. I was ahead of my family so I kneeled down to the river and got my face wet. My dad turned the corner and saw what I was doing and yelled, “GET AWAY FORM THE RIVER!” I immediately got away from the river and asked why I had to. He asked if I drank any of it and I said no but started to second guess myself, did I drink it? What did it matter? My dad said there was a poisonous alga in the water! Then I started to really second guess myself, did I drink any of the water? Was my life really on a timeline? I continued on the hike trying to determine if I felt sick. Luckily, nothing ever came of it. We continued hiking our calves burning like a bonfire, our ankles aching and our legs begging and pleading for us to stop. We hiked onwards through the gorgeous canyon. We eventually had to hike through the river, up waterfalls through loose rocks, wading through deep water that that was up to our stomachs. We fought through the aching. As we went through the river, we found the rock got slick and every step had to be calculated and precise, or we may not ever see The Subway or the light of day again. As we made way through the river, we turned a corner and we saw The Subway. We saw its majestic curves and stunning formations. We hiked on through The Subway finding new energy in our curiosity and excitement. As we hiked through it, the rocks got more slick and it started to get more precarious. As I trekked on, the wet rock felt as slippery as ice. I started to climbed uphill when I felt my feet stumble and my balance crumble. I had slipped! It was all too fast to know what was happening. As I slipped, I felt my feet fly into the air and the last thing I heard was my head coming down on the angled rock with thunderous crack. The crack echo took my parents breath away. About a minute later I felt myself comeback to my body and I felt myself explode with pain but I was too weak to do anything. Then I felt a warm liquid spread down body. My head had been slammed to the side and hit pretty hard. I instantly thought, AM I BLEEDING? If I was bleeding from my head, it was bad. I opened my eyes to see my metal sunglasses twisted, the glass cracked and the rim broken. I was most definitely bleeding. I stared at my glasses as my head repeated the pain of the echoing crack of my head hitting the rocks. I felt if maybe my life was slipping away. As I stared at the glasses some more, I noticed they had flakes of water on the broken lenses, and I questioned, why? I gained the strength to look over to my other arm which I was sure was covered in blood but I saw none, I saw water! I felt a wave of relief wash over me and I let a breath out, a long shaky sigh of relief and happiness. My dad came rushing to my aide asking me a bunch of questions. After making sure I was ok, he helped me get up and I felt the sickening, relentless headache storm my mind. I got up and staggered to the side with my dad at the end of the tunnel and sat there dazed and aching. After a few minutes we had to get going through the gritty trail and we made our way back to the car the way we came in all the while in the grueling afternoon sun. We drove to camp and I hit the sack. I still had a terrible headache but the beauty of The Subway was worth the blood, sweat, and tears.

I awoke the next morning to my dad shaking me. I had much more energy than the morning before and got up and got ready. We got on our bikes and started towards the Angles Landing trailhead as it was still dark outside. I felt confident as I was dodging and weaving through turns at 20 mph. As I was biking, I went over a gravely part of the road and slammed the brakes so my family could catch up. The bike started drifting! I shifted my weight to the other side, flung my bike into TURBO mode, pulled myself out of the drift and cheated mortality by milliseconds. We eventually made it to the Angles Landing trailhead just as the sun was coming up. We gazed up at the mountain we were about to climb. We eventually got to Walter’s Wriggles which is a set of 21 grueling switchbacks. We hiked up the never-ending switchbacks; our backs aching our ankles sore, and our legs thirsting for rest. We yearned for rest as we huffed up the mountain. We hit a flat path and I got excited that we had reached the top only to find that we had only completed 14 switchback and I was greeted by 7 more switchbacks. A frown melted into my face. 🙁 I trailed on up the mountain. I started to lose excitement as my energy started to wither away. Then I passed a curve and there it was: Scout’s Point. Scout’s Point is a rest stop right before the last half mile of Angles Landing which is a knife edge trail with 500 foot drop on BOTH sides of you… Needless to say with my fear of heights I did not take this very well. My dad said I had to do it and I got furious at him and he furious at me. It was heated and it might have looked as if we were in the band The Eagles (when it was breaking up). Anyway, after I made tons of money on my own, then I got back together with the band, and we started the last half mile. The last ½ mile of the hike began as a slant with a cliff to our right so if you slipped, it was a slick slide and then you would fall off the cliff. We made it to knife edge where you have about a width of foot and there are 500 foot drop offs on either side of you. I couldn’t keep going I had to stop. In the middle of the knifes edge I sat down and felt horrible. My stomach churning, rolling over, doing somersaults. I felt light headed. Anxiety crept into me. I couldn’t do it. I sat there feeling as if I was defeated. I felt that fear had won. Yet I felt I had to do something. I couldn’t let fear be the victor. So, I picked myself up and told my dad who was staying with me that I was going to finish it. I used all of my strength to put one foot in front of another trying not to look down. With each agonizing step we got closer until, I felt my weight shift and I felt myself fall! I hit the ground but caught myself and turned myself vertically so I wouldn’t fall off the edge. The trail was only a foot or so wide and I landed diagonally. So, I could feel my feet off the edge and my head was dangling over the 500 foot drop. I was only a few centimeters from being muerto. I felt deaths chill go down my back even in 100 degree heat. I felt the reaper rapping at my door. The reaper’s scythe had missed me by an inch. I breathed out a long anxiety fueled sigh, got back up, questioned my mortality, and found my dad unaware of this happening because he was in front and didn’t see it. I walked toward him and clung to him the rest of the hike. Through the iron chains I was able to pull myself up to the top. The rustic iron felt like molten lava in the afternoon sun and felt like freezing liquid nitrogen in the morning. The chain was my friend for most of the hike. I got to the top and was greeted by all our hiking friends, my sister and mother. There were of hugs, fist bumps, and high fives, and I felt warm happy tears drip down my face. I was overwhelmed by the view, the support and love. It was magical. I had overcome Angles Landing and my fears. We went back down through the gritty hike and we got to Scout’s Point. I was ecstatic that I had survived. We took Walters Wriggles all the way down to the bottom and I gazed up at the peak I had just climbed. A warm smile appeared on my face and I said goodbye to Angels Landing.

We biked back to our campsite and hit the bed with mighty thump and napped. Later, I got up, broke down camp to head to The Wave! (Be ready for next blog post from my sister!)

Well, it’s been pleasure telling you all the adventures we had at Zion National Park but I think it’s about time I get out this van. I’ll be back, I just have to get out this van and take down the CIA and FBI. Until next time reader.

Wait! Remember they can’t hide the truc-! *CIA agent, knocks writer out* (CIA agent) “Or can we?” *Criminal outro music starts playing*

Eli in front of a waterfall on the hike to The Subway

Looking back at the Angels Landing peak!

Biking our first day in Zion

The Subway

Using the chains to come down the Angels Landing trail

Valley of Fire State Park, go see it!

Posted on July 31, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Located between Las Vegas and the Overton Arm of Lake Mead in the Moapa Valley is 40,000 acres red Aztec sandstone known as Valley of Fire State Park. Eli and I had intended to stay at this park on our westward leg, but we skipped it because of high temperatures (over 115 degrees F). We decided to hit it on our eastward leg, hoping for better weather. When we arrived in Valley of Fire on our eastbound leg, it was in the 90’s, which was warm, but manageable. The campground was very cool. Most of the sites back right up to twisted red rock. There are plenty of places to explore and rock scramble. It was pretty clear that wind and water erosion were at work creating otherworldly rock sculptures. We set up camp, and decided to set out for an evening hike, when we heard the roll of thunder and saw dark clouds coming over the horizon. This storm looked especially intense. Forks of lightning crashed all around us. We thought about doing one short hike to Atlatal Rock which included a walk up a metal staircase. But, with so much lightning, we headed for cover. We got back to camp just in time for 40+ mph winds and torrential rain. The sky was electric, and the wind and rain was whipping the rock formations surrounding our campsite. We saw other campers flee the area. Moments later water began to flow rapidly down the roads and next to our trailer. It was a first-hand experience of power of wind and rain to shape the landscape. Our trailer was fairly high, so we waited the storm out. After the storm passed, the roads were covered with sand, mud, rocks and other debris. It all happened so fast! We got the feel of what could really happen in a flash flood.

The next morning, the fragrance of wild rosemary and sage filled the desert. We headed for two short hikes White Domes, and Mouse’s Tank. On the way, we found a bighorn sheep inspecting the impact of the flash flood. White Domes was a pretty cool short hike through slot canyons and strange rock formations. Mouse’s Tank hike is named after a small perennial pool of rain water hidden in the rock formations. In the 1980’s an outlaw nicknamed “Little Mouse” used the tank as a source of fresh water for several years while evading capture for murder. If you are ever in the Moapa Valley, I would highly recommend taking a detour to Valley of Fire State Park.

Small flash flood next to our campsite

Time lapse of storm after the worst had passed us

Selfie with confused Bighorn in the distance. I know, it kind of looks like a ghost bighorn in this photo.

Samantha and Eli starting on the White Domes Trail.

Korin and Eli taking a break in the shade on the White Domes trail.

We found Mouse’s Tank. You can see it between the rock formations. It was enough to keep an outlaw alive for several years in this rugged terrain.

Bolsa Chica State Beach, California: Surfing, Family and Friends

Posted on July 29, 2021July 29, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Blog Post by guest blogger: Kristin Cramer

When I got the call from my sister telling me she would be staying at Bolsa Chica Beach State Campground for a week and asked if my family would like the extra site, I jumped at the chance. Not because Bolsa Chica is anything special, it’s only a few miles from our home; but because I’d get to spend a week with my sister and her family.

We arrived on a sunny Monday afternoon and set up camp. Throughout the week we shared several meals together, had morning talks while watching the kids surf, went to Huntington Beach main street a few times for ice cream (yes, nondairy was an option) and did some shopping. Reid; my son; and Steve; our new brother-in-law; tried surfing and both did fantastic for first timers. Matt’s sister and her kids also came out to the beach. The week just flew by.

Korin, Matt, Samantha and Logan took a drive over to USC. Logan was able to take them to lunch and give them a tour. While they were there Reid, Eli, Asha and I played a few rousing games of UNO. Then we were off to a sushi place for lunch. Eli was very adventurous and tried tuna sushi and a crunchy roll aside from his usual California roll. When we got back to camp, we took off for the beach and the kids boogie boarded for a few hours.

We had a wonderful night on Thursday. The weather was beautiful. Kathleen and Steve drove into town from MO and came out to the beach for a bon fire with our parents. Korin and Matt’s friends, Kerry and Eric and their kids, and our Aunt Judy and Uncle Joe also came by for the evening. We enjoyed pizza and games and s’mores by the blazing fire on the beach. On Saturday, the Rudy family and Nungester family came out to visit!

Friday and Saturday night were a time of reflection together as we gathered at our parents’ home in Cerritos. It’s been our family’s home for 50 years and it would be the last time all 5 of us and our families would be spending time in it together. We ate, took family pictures, and spent the time looking through “stuff” reflecting, remembering and laughing.

Logan’s take on the week:

It was windy

It was sandy

Water was cold

Surfer’s surf

Stingray’s sting

Parking tickets and registration are very expensive

Food and family were great.

The End

Did I mention, the week went by way to fast.

Where will the Oliver’s be next? I believe they were headed out to NV and then onto Zion to hike Subway. I told them we have Subway’s in CA, but apparently this one isn’t quite the same.

Uncle Lucky, Reid, Auntie Kat, Uncle Steve and Grandma

Auntie Kat, Uncle Steve, Grandma, Papa, Uncle Joe and Aunt Judy

Pinnacles National Park: Our last California National Park

Posted on July 25, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Blog Post by: Korin

Pinnacles is a relatively small national park east of the Salinas Valley in Central California. The Park is known for its rock formations and is split into an east and west side with only trails connecting the sides together and also has talus caves that house bats. Pinnacles is home to California condors, the largest flight bird in North America. We stayed in the east side at the only campground the park offers.

Even though Matt and I went to college relatively close by, neither one of us had ever visited Pinnacles, as it was a national monument until 2013, when President Obama made it a national park. Heading into the park from Yosemite, we had low expectations and thought it would be a “check off the list” park for us as we had visited every California park except this one. We were pleasantly surprised by the unique hikes, condors, rock formations and caves the Pinnacles had to offer.

After we set up camp, we went to a condor viewing station and the campground attendant was nice enough to show us several condors that were hanging out in faraway trees. We looked at them through binoculars and were pretty excited that we saw these birds just after getting into the area. The next morning, we started hiking by 6:55am on a 6-mile loop hike. Our route took the Condor Gulch trail to the High Peaks Trail to the Bear Gulch trail. After the first few steep miles, the hike exceeded our expectations by including railings and footholds into the pinnacle formations. Once at the top, we watched turkey vultures soar silently above us, however, although we saw condors in the trees, we didn’t see any fly. We continued to the Bear Gulch area and had lunch at the reservoir. Unfortunately, we were unable to climb into the Bear Gulch Cave due to closure for the bat colonies. The trail was beginning to become more crowded and the heat index was climbing, thus we were happy that we had accomplished hiking the whole loop by 11:30am. Later that evening, we did see a condor take flight while we were walking around in the campground.

The following morning, we were set to meet former students of Matt’s to hike the Old Pinnacles trail to the Balconies Cave. Danielle and Ken, who live in Monterey, met us at the trailhead at 6:05am. To our surprise, Megan, another former student was with them. Matt was beyond happy to see all of them! We started hiking to the caves on what was a beautiful morning. The hike was relatively flat and the company, conversation, and views were priceless. We made it to the Balconies Cave, put our headlamps on, and scrambled our way down into it. It was a fun part of the hike and I wish it could have been longer. On our way back, I was in the back of our pack and noticed familiar looking children walking by us in the opposite direction. I looked up the trail and saw one of my closest childhood friends, Toni Cruz! What were the odds of running into her and her family while hiking in Pinnacles National Park! We were both giddy and couldn’t believe it. We caught up for a few minutes but had to say our goodbyes too quickly. I was so delighted to see her and her family, it was such a great surprise. After our hike, our family and Matt’s former students had lunch together back at the trailer. It was so much fun to see and catch up with Danielle, Ken and Megan. We said our goodbye and loaded up to drive to our next destination.

Matt and Korin on the Condor Gulch trail.

Watching the birds soar at the top of the High Peaks Trail.

Hiking the Old Pinnacles Trail to the Balconies with Danielle, Ken and Megan.

Yosemite National Park

Posted on July 23, 2021July 23, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Yosemite Part 1 by Samantha:

The first time you experience Yosemite, you experience it in a state of astonishment. The second time you experience Yosemite, you experience it as a blissful reacknowledgement; a remembrance and reclamation of the joy you had left there. Such was our second sojourn in Yosemite National Park, which in contrast to our first visit, was almost empty upon our arrival because of the heat wave ravaging California. It was reminiscent of a ghost town. The heat wave had dried up the Merced, and the waterfalls barely trickled out of the valley walls above us. As the water evaporated, so did the tourists, and by the time we pulled in, the park was nearly empty. It climbed to over 100 degrees in the valley and so we decided to hike in the Tuolumne Meadows, the high Sierra region of Yosemite. We first hiked 4.5 miles to Cathedral Lake, a mystical alpine meadow blanketed in serenity. It’s different being in the high Sierras; the alpine landscape is both familiar and foreign and the chilly landscape resembles a dreamland. Our second hike to Gaylor Lake was just that, out of a dream. Ascending the 1,000 feet in elevation to the lakes was a challenge. At 10,000 feet of elevation, it’s not the mileage that exhausts you, it’s the elevation. The first mile was brutal, as the oxygen was stolen from our lungs and our hearts almost beat out of our chests. But as we reached the top of the mountain and beheld the valley below us, it was as if we had been transported to a stark yet fantastic landscape. The lakes were surrounded by vibrant meadows and a carpet of butterflies. We hiked through the meadows to an abandoned mine, where we beheld the majesty of the high Sierras. The next day, we hiked with the Nungesters to Sentinel Dome, which overlooks the valley floor. We beheld the jaw dropping panorama of Half Dome, El Capitan and the Three Brothers. It was a stunning view of the park and reminded us of how small we are compared to the world around us.

Yosemite Part 2 by Korin:

We had been planning to visit Yosemite for more than a year. In January, we were fortunate enough to score three camping reservations so we invited Matt’s sister’s family and his parents to join us. When we got back from the Gaylor Lakes hike, the Nungesters and Matt’s parents had arrived. That afternoon, we spent a lot of time in the Merced River cooling off. The following day Matt, Samantha, Eli, Jon, Josh and me hiked the Sentinel Dome and Taft Point loop. We saw one bear on the trail and enjoyed catching up with one another. The next day, we rented bikes and rode through the valley. It was such a great way to see the valley! Matt and Jon headed back to Gaylor Lakes in the Tuolumne area to fish the next day while the rest of us hung in and around the Merced River. Our time in Yosemite went quickly and it was an amazing place to spend time with family.

We applied for the Half Dome preseason lottery and started training for the hike in January. Unfortunately, we didn’t get permits for Half Dome. We continued to train and planned to submit in the daily lottery once we were in the valley. Once in the valley, we tried in the daily lottery each day but we were unsuccessful. We were very disappointed but I guess this just means we will have to come back to this beautiful valley in the future!

Kings Canyon National Park: Too hot to Handle

Posted on July 16, 2021July 16, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Blog post by: Korin

We left Sequoia National Park and headed to her sister park, Kings Canyon National Park for three nights and four days. Most people lump these two parks into one but I’m glad we made time for both as they are quite different. Our first stop in Kings Canyon was Grants Grove, where we walked through the sequoia grove and saw the General Grant tree which is the third largest tree in the world. We enjoyed the short walk among the giant sequoias and then headed down into the canyon section of Kings Canyon, to an area called Cedar Grove. Driving down the canyon road was a bit nerve wracking because of the sharp turns and narrow passes, but the views were absolutely spectacular. We pulled into our site at Sentinel Campground and quickly realized that the California heat wave was in full force (the temperature was over 100 degrees) meaning it was too hot to hike. After setting up camp, we found a popular swimming hole called Muir Rock and we were able to cool off in the very cold water. Eli and Matt had a great time jumping off the rocks and we all relaxed while looking up at the magnificent canyon walls.

The next morning, we set off towards the Roads End Permit Station to hike to Mist Falls, one of the most highly rated hikes in the park. To beat the heat and crowds we were on the trail by 6:15am. The hike was a nice combination of walking through trees and rock scrambling to reach the waterfall however, the bugs were tough (particularly the mosquitos). On the way back, the temperature was climbing but the bugs were more manageable. The ranger told us that there were a lot of snakes out and sure enough, Matt spotted a rattlesnake just off the trail! The 8-mile hike tired us all out and after eating lunch at the trailer, we headed back to the swimming hole. While at Muir Rock, a mother bear and her two cubs came down to the water. The cubs were adorable and it was such a treat to watch them run behind their mom. This was by far the closest I have been to a mama bear and her cubs!

On our final day at Kings Canyon, we did a few shorter hikes early in the morning. First, we hiked Zumwalt Meadow, which is a 1 ½ mile, flat out and back hike. Early into the hike we spotted a deer with two very young fawns! Matt fished from the river and caught a few trout. Next, we headed to the Roaring River Falls trail which is a short roadside hike to a powerful waterfall. Matt caught a few more fish and we continued on our way. We drove just outside the park to Grizzly Bear Falls. There wasn’t very much water coming down from this waterfall but it was still beautiful. Up the road was Boyden Cavern, and we decided to beat the heat and take a tour. The tour was interesting and the temperature inside was 55 degrees– Perfect! After eating lunch back at the campsite, we once again headed to Muir Rock to swim, rock jump, and ice our muscles in the cold water. We weren’t there long before an intense thunderstorm started and we headed for camp. The rain was a nice change and certainly cooled the area down quickly.

Overall, the beauty of Kings Canyon National Park was breathtaking. The wildlife was abundant as we saw black bears and cubs, deer and fawns, a rattlesnake and many different types of birds. When you visit, don’t just stop at Grants Grove. Instead, take time to drive the long winding road into the bottom of the canyon to enjoy the trails, animals, Kings River and the vast Canyon walls.

Samantha and Eli in front of Mist Falls.

Bear Video

Sequoia National Park: A breath of fresh air

Posted on July 12, 2021July 16, 2021 by Matt Oliver

Blog Post by: Samantha

After a year stuck inside, Sequoia National Park was truly a breath of fresh air. The air there is like nothing else in the world; the scent of ponderosas rules the drive up to the park. It was with a sense of excitement that we made our way to the park, and we started off our trip by hiking Morro Rock, a trail which comprised of 400 stairs to the top of the rock. For my mom and I, it was the first time this year we had hiked at elevation, so it was a bit of a rude awakening. However, the view from the rock was magnificent, and was well worth the hike. That same day we hiked to General Sherman, the largest tree in the world. It seemed strange that such a large tree could exist; it looked like something out of an alien world. By this time, the holiday crowds had cleared out and so we took the Congress Trail among the other sequoias. It was dusk, and the sunlight started to filter between the giant trees. There was the sensation of having been shrunk; as if we had replaced the beetles and ants and merely crawled along in the shadows of the mighty sequoias. The next day we hiked up to the Little Baldy mountaintop, our first early morning hike as a family. We arrived at the trailhead early, as to avoid the crowds and the heat. Midway through the hike, my lowland-loving hide was gasping for breath during the 700-foot elevation gain over 1.7 miles. However, the view from the top of the mountain was gorgeous; the panoramic of the surrounding lands was breathtaking. We were the only ones up there, and you could feel the encroaching quiet pressing down on your eardrums, a remanent of this landscape centuries before the settlers. Overall, this park was a great one to get back into the rhythm of camping, and to appreciate the riches of the nature around us.

Our campsite in Lodgepole Campground, Sequoia National Park.

At the top of Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park.

Matt and Samantha hiking the Congress Trail.

Eli and Samantha looking at Sequoia tress.

Dinosaur National Monument. Check it out!

Posted on July 5, 2021 by Matt Oliver

By Eli

Dinosaur National Monument was an awesome experience, I loved it. The first evening, we visited the Dinosaur Quarry. In 1909 Earl Douglass discovered several fossilized vertebrae coming out of a sandstone ridge. He had discovered a Dinosaur “Log Jam”, where many dinosaurs died together in a riverbed, and were preserved. It is one of the densest collections of large dinosaur fossils in the US. We saw all different dinosaur bones and got to touch them and even saw a Allosaurus skull! Most of the bones found there have been transported to world renowned museums which is super cool. Later, we walked along the Fossil Discovery trail where we found clam fossils, dinosaur fossils, and fossilized fish scales. It was a really neat experience. That evening we set up camp at the Green River Campground, and skipped rocks on the river next to our campsite.

The next day we went river rafting on the Green River. We met up with the OARS white water rafting about 45 minutes away from our campsite in Vernal, UT. We were met with a cheerful and wonderful staff that helped us the entire day. They bussed us up river to Rainbow Park Campground. Along the way, we stopped at the McKee Springs Petroglyphs. They were pretty cool, but at some point in the last 200 years, somebody used these petroglyphs for target practice. Now, both the petroglyphs and their bullet holes are protected by the NPS.

At the start of our rafting trip, we are greeted by a huge beautiful canyon with many different types of rocks. It was gorgeous. We came to our first rapid and get rocked around. It felt like we raced down the river with tremendous speed! We rowed as fast as we could and got knocked around, all the while me and my dad had smiles on our face. We stopped for lunch and we really got to experience the full beauty of the canyon and split mountain. We could see about 10 bighorn sheep on the canyon walls above our lunch spot. One of the best things about lunch was that I got to patrol the shore with a water gun, and blast my Dad with water. After we had a delicious lunch that the guide prepared for us and some dairy free cookies, we were on our way.

We passed through more exciting rapids. When the river was calm, we floated beside the boat down river. It was super fun to be pushed along by the current and look up at the towering canyon. After that, I rode through some rapids while sitting on the bow the raft. My legs were dangling over the front of the raft, and I held onto the safety line. They call this “riding the bull”. It was an experience of a lifetime! Overall the experience at Dinosaur National Monument was phenomenal and amazing.