<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 01:44:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Mooizon Images</title><description>Mooizon Images - Photography by Robert Adriaansen</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/</link><managingEditor>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-2729239651495836222</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-06T18:44:29.585-07:00</atom:updated><title>Homemade Ice Cream</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/TIWIj0PXxCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EfkRTNPM88E/s1600/_MG_4960-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/TIWIj0PXxCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EfkRTNPM88E/s640/_MG_4960-14.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/TIWIbGPjXBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GEl_EEQjmBc/s1600/_MG_4951-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/TIWIbGPjXBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GEl_EEQjmBc/s640/_MG_4951-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/TIWIbGPjXBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GEl_EEQjmBc/s1600/_MG_4951-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from backpacking on Sunday, I was surprised by my family with streamers, balloons and birthday decorations. Earlier in the day I called Alica from a mountain ridge (hiking back from Maggie Lakes) and asked if we could have burgers and onion rings with BBQ sauce for dinner. The girls also made a german-chocolate cake. My birthday present was this ice cream maker. We've talked about getting one for a couple years but never did, so this was a great surprise. Today, we bought ingredients to make Heath Bar crunch and it tastes wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-2729239651495836222?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/09/homemade-ice-cream.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/TIWIj0PXxCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EfkRTNPM88E/s72-c/_MG_4960-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-8241040385497182636</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T17:10:44.685-07:00</atom:updated><title>Scott | SWC</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THr1jHI8Q7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/wQK1Df1r0xM/s1600/_MG_3448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THr1jHI8Q7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/wQK1Df1r0xM/s640/_MG_3448.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lost a friend last week to an industrial accident. I attended a memorial service for him today. I've known him for ten years and now I feel like I hardly knew the guy. There's so much I didn't know. Take time and get to know those around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A good friend once told me "Everyone has a story".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-8241040385497182636?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/08/scott-swc.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THr1jHI8Q7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/wQK1Df1r0xM/s72-c/_MG_3448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-3921955416009218021</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-30T06:17:56.522-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer Ends | School Begins</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqbVvhP5aI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rj8Qf-cDgkY/s1600/_MG_4738-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqbVvhP5aI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rj8Qf-cDgkY/s640/_MG_4738-2.jpg" width="459" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqbZmJ9OQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-w39-Wsp6H4/s1600/_MG_4714-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="459" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqbZmJ9OQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-w39-Wsp6H4/s640/_MG_4714-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As always, summer passed in a hurry. My girls started 3rd and 6th grade this year. It seems like they've grown inches over the summer months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-3921955416009218021?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/08/summer-ends-school-begins.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqbVvhP5aI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rj8Qf-cDgkY/s72-c/_MG_4738-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-1876680772821060757</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:37:36.221-07:00</atom:updated><title>Little Baldy | SNP</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqZYreb2iI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gqCTpvlA7Bs/s1600/_MG_4617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqZYreb2iI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gqCTpvlA7Bs/s640/_MG_4617.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqZURV-ukI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vpYMoNaVhlI/s1600/_MG_4637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqZURV-ukI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vpYMoNaVhlI/s640/_MG_4637.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was the first night of our camping trip to Lodgepole. After setting up camp, we drove about six miles north to Little Baldy trailhead. About four miles total, lots of trees and flowers. At the peak, there are unobstructed views of the local Sierra including Silliman, Alta, Mineral King and the Kaweahs. To the west, a grand view of San Joaquin Valley and the coastal mountain range in the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-1876680772821060757?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/08/little-baldy-snp.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqZYreb2iI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gqCTpvlA7Bs/s72-c/_MG_4617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-4508189824832920222</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:29:06.459-07:00</atom:updated><title>Half Dome Dayhike</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqY1qbcuWI/AAAAAAAAATw/fAb6hoixFBQ/s1600/IMG_4999-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqY1qbcuWI/AAAAAAAAATw/fAb6hoixFBQ/s640/IMG_4999-2.jpg" width="504" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;14.2 Miles round trip via Mist Trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Bro-in-law and I started on the trail at 4:30am (left the house at 12:30am) and made it to the top by 10:30am. When we got to the cables, there were only a few people and we could walk right on to the cables. We hung out for about an hour at the top. On the way down the cables, we saw a long line of people waiting to start the cables. I'm glad we started hiking early to beat the crowd. It took us four hours back down including a break at the river to cool off. We stopped at Pizza Factory in Oakhurst for, what else, pizza and beer then made our way home. We got home at 9:00pm. A long day, but well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-4508189824832920222?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/08/half-dome-dayhike.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqY1qbcuWI/AAAAAAAAATw/fAb6hoixFBQ/s72-c/IMG_4999-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-1766707878191090118</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:14:18.844-07:00</atom:updated><title>Porterville Neptunites | CVRSL</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqUNg-wIMI/AAAAAAAAATI/TO3HwI0Owv8/s1600/_MG_4056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqUNg-wIMI/AAAAAAAAATI/TO3HwI0Owv8/s640/_MG_4056.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqUUARZJ-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QZw1MgoaYbY/s1600/_MG_4085-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqUUARZJ-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QZw1MgoaYbY/s640/_MG_4085-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the girl's second season swimming for our local recreation swim team, Porterville Neptunites. Gwen and Libby have improved tremendously. They both qualified for semi-finals and Libby qualified for backstroke, breaststroke and both relays for Valley All-star Finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-1766707878191090118?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/06/porterville-neptunites-cvrsl.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqUNg-wIMI/AAAAAAAAATI/TO3HwI0Owv8/s72-c/_MG_4056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-7715591533297555704</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:05:55.454-07:00</atom:updated><title>Father's Day 2010</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqSlmWWPuI/AAAAAAAAATA/8g1c9_kEZ9U/s1600/_MG_4017-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqSlmWWPuI/AAAAAAAAATA/8g1c9_kEZ9U/s640/_MG_4017-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Three years ago, we started a tradition of going to Yosemite Valley every Father's Day. This year, in addition to the usual, we hiked to Mirror Lake where the girls played in the water. We also drove up to Glacier point, where this photo was taken, to watch the colors change on Half Dome as the sun set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-7715591533297555704?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/06/fathers-day-2010.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqSlmWWPuI/AAAAAAAAATA/8g1c9_kEZ9U/s72-c/_MG_4017-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-1347841090351519147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:00:36.965-07:00</atom:updated><title>Strawberry</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqRxugnFLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dvO6Y2etNv4/s1600/_MG_3711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqRxugnFLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dvO6Y2etNv4/s640/_MG_3711.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Libby's favorite fruit is Strawberry. This shot was taken during a break at a swim meet against Woodlake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-1347841090351519147?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/06/strawberry.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqRxugnFLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dvO6Y2etNv4/s72-c/_MG_3711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-7389774659054129306</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T10:55:20.350-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tent Camping | Lodgepole</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqdxxkMYhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8KWPKSlwr7A/s1600/_MG_3511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqdxxkMYhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8KWPKSlwr7A/s640/_MG_3511.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first camping trip of the year. It was pretty cold night, around 38 degrees, our neighbors campsite was covered in snow. We hiked to Tokopah Falls and later hiked around Crescent Meadow. The meadows are green and beautiful this time of year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-7389774659054129306?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/06/tent-camping-lodgepole.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqdxxkMYhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8KWPKSlwr7A/s72-c/_MG_3511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-8211835668958499171</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T09:56:48.829-07:00</atom:updated><title>Junior Marine Mud Run 2010</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqKZAEv8UI/AAAAAAAAASw/3UgOIuv5M30/s1600/_MG_2540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqKZAEv8UI/AAAAAAAAASw/3UgOIuv5M30/s640/_MG_2540.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqKSSGHpDI/AAAAAAAAASo/h9utU8fzQ-Y/s1600/_MG_2509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqKSSGHpDI/AAAAAAAAASo/h9utU8fzQ-Y/s640/_MG_2509.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gwen and Libby ran the Junior Marine Mud Run. Had a blast! Cool obstacles and lots of mud. Their favorite part was climbing the big hill at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-8211835668958499171?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/08/junior-marine-mud-run-2010.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqKZAEv8UI/AAAAAAAAASw/3UgOIuv5M30/s72-c/_MG_2540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-1319632688351756884</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T09:56:23.563-07:00</atom:updated><title>MANUEL</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqHqzdM_VI/AAAAAAAAASg/ijc1UypaKho/s1600/IMG_1344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqHqzdM_VI/AAAAAAAAASg/ijc1UypaKho/s640/IMG_1344.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My grandpa is 87 years old. He is the most easy-going person I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-1319632688351756884?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/08/manuel.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THqHqzdM_VI/AAAAAAAAASg/ijc1UypaKho/s72-c/IMG_1344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-9015619899039720089</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T09:10:15.149-07:00</atom:updated><title>Daddy Daughter Dayhike</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THp-qeFDwxI/AAAAAAAAASY/BKYngCkGhC8/s1600/_MG_1225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THp-qeFDwxI/AAAAAAAAASY/BKYngCkGhC8/s640/_MG_1225.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salt Creek BLM | Three Rivers - CA&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool and breezy day with an abundance of wildflowers. Gwen showed us how to bring dry moss to life by pouring water over it. She also picked some Miner's Lettuce for us to eat.&amp;nbsp;We hiked to a favorite spot to have lunch with views of two large waterfalls. This trip was a total of five miles. The girls did great. I believe swimming has helped build endurance. On the way home, we stopped at Reimer's for homemade ice cream. It's the best! The girls had Bubble Gum and I had Almond Toffee Crunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-9015619899039720089?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/04/daddy-daughter-dayhike.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THp-qeFDwxI/AAAAAAAAASY/BKYngCkGhC8/s72-c/_MG_1225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-6712337259967128265</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T08:34:33.539-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ronald Reagan Presidential Library</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THp2E47yRLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7FR29RYMsOI/s1600/_MG_0805-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THp2E47yRLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7FR29RYMsOI/s640/_MG_0805-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was my second field trip with my oldest daughter Gwen. Our favorite area was the hangar with Air Force-1 (no cameras allowed inside) and a giant glass wall with a &amp;nbsp;great view of the rolling hills of Simi Valley. There is also an exact replica of the Oval Office with Reagan's furniture, pictures and collectibles. A section of the Berlin Wall stands tall outside with a view of the coast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-6712337259967128265?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2010/03/blog-post.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THp2E47yRLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7FR29RYMsOI/s72-c/_MG_0805-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-3102547895347288673</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T16:29:12.322-07:00</atom:updated><title>Autumn Portraits</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmbswG-RmI/AAAAAAAAARA/NHeK7KCqwS0/s1600/IMG_8023-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmbswG-RmI/AAAAAAAAARA/NHeK7KCqwS0/s640/IMG_8023-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I love my family, I love photography, though I have very few photos of my family. We have many, many photos of our girls when they were smaller, now that they're older, I think they are tired of being told to "smile", "one more time" or "this is the last one". I understand, I don't like having my picture taken. As much as we (people) don't like our pictures taken, we will always look at ourselves first in group photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This evening, my family and I drove to Kaweah Oaks Preserve to take some photos of our girls. We had a great time, a mixture of hiking and photography. Our girls didn't mind at all. In between shoots, the girls would run down the trail yelling "we have to save our planet!". They were also impressed by the size of "cow pie" waypoints that dotted the terrain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We are proud parents of two smart and beautiful girls and now we have more photos of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-3102547895347288673?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/11/autumn-portraits.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmbswG-RmI/AAAAAAAAARA/NHeK7KCqwS0/s72-c/IMG_8023-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-5414540599884543396</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T08:35:06.217-07:00</atom:updated><title>Montana De Oro</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THpwI2OsByI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8cKew53IZ3g/s1600/IMG_7874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THpwI2OsByI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8cKew53IZ3g/s640/IMG_7874.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THpwSikHhLI/AAAAAAAAASI/F7QX0pYSw70/s1600/IMG_7856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THpwSikHhLI/AAAAAAAAASI/F7QX0pYSw70/s640/IMG_7856.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My family and I stopped at the fist beach entrance at the north end of Montana de Oro State Beach. The area is all natural with one walkway leading to the beach. There was nobody around including no guards. The girls were amazed with the amount of kelp on shore. Gwen decided to follow the tide out and thought she could run faster than it's return. Needless to say, it caught up to her, soaking her up to her knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-5414540599884543396?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/11/my-family-and-i-stopped-at-fist-beach.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THpwI2OsByI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8cKew53IZ3g/s72-c/IMG_7874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-4784542745847725291</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-29T07:52:16.358-07:00</atom:updated><title>California Coast Daytrip</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmdYqlqpMI/AAAAAAAAARI/OB9zcHWGSoU/s1600/IMG_7905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmdYqlqpMI/AAAAAAAAARI/OB9zcHWGSoU/s640/IMG_7905.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We started the day off right. My family and I went out to breakfast then headed west toward the coast. we went to Pismo first and walked around on the pier. There were quite a few people out today, it seems like there was a band&amp;nbsp;competition, because we saw a lot of people wearing band t-shirts from different schools. I saw couple of shirts from the valley like Fowler and Dinuba. At the beginning of the pier, people were setting up speakers and trophies. Before the&amp;nbsp;announcements, they played dance music and one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/7504257"&gt;gentleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; was not&amp;nbsp;embarrassed to show-off his moves in front of&amp;nbsp;everyone. We picked up lunch at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.splashcafe.com/"&gt;Splash Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and ate outside near Sandcastle Inn. After lunch we drove to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=592"&gt;Montana de Oro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. This was our first time visiting so we drove around for a bit then stopped to play on the beach. Later we went to the small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morrobay.com/morrobayaquarium/index.html"&gt;Morro Bay "Aquarium"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/7505063"&gt;feed the seals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. As the evening began to fall, we made our way back to Montana de Oro so I can take some twilight photos. My family stayed in the car and watched The Wizard of Oz while I played in the dark for an hour and a half. We ended the evening with dinner at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?source=ig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1G1GGLQ_ENUS262&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=pizza+port+morro+bay+california&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;hq=pizza+port&amp;amp;hnear=morro+bay+california&amp;amp;cid=11731629186268938456"&gt;Pizza Port&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; in Morro Bay and a two and a half hour drive home. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-4784542745847725291?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/11/california-coast-daytrip.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmdYqlqpMI/AAAAAAAAARI/OB9zcHWGSoU/s72-c/IMG_7905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-5306745477260023224</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T16:55:08.673-07:00</atom:updated><title>Alta Peak - Three times a charm</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmhztRQqdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sIutGknVhZE/s1600/IMG_7764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmhztRQqdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sIutGknVhZE/s640/IMG_7764.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So we went for a hike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;DJ is a friend from Maine that was doing some work here in California. He hasn't been hiking here before, so I thought Alta Peak would be a great day-hike with many great views along the way and a panoramic view of the Sierra from the peak. The sky was clear all day with temperatures ranging in the mid-30's (F) to mid-40's (F) throughout the day. This was my third trip to Alta Peak in less than a year. My first trip was NOV-15 2008 and second was JUN-6 2009. Each trip was different, for instance, this is the first time that I could follow the trail all the way to the peak. The first two times, the peak was covered with snow. We made it to the summit in five hours and returned to the trailhead in three hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alta Peak - 11,204 feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;13.6 miles roundtrip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4000 feet elevation gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sequoia National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;November 6th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-5306745477260023224?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/11/alta-peak-three-times-charm.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmhztRQqdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sIutGknVhZE/s72-c/IMG_7764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-8742272452947665278</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T16:59:20.550-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lakes Trail - Sequoia National Park</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmizKvZhAI/AAAAAAAAARY/KJ9Dr4XHyok/s1600/IMG_7614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmizKvZhAI/AAAAAAAAARY/KJ9Dr4XHyok/s640/IMG_7614.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The time changed one hour back today. The amount of light at 6:00 am made it feel as though we were running late. On the drive up the "hill", we stopped to see a Momma bear and two cubs walking along the side of the road. Momma bear had an ear-tag, I'm told this means she has been in trouble&amp;nbsp;(mischievous)&amp;nbsp;before .&amp;nbsp;This beautiful Sunday morning,&amp;nbsp;Mike and I hiked the Lakes Trail in Sequoia National Park. There is a junction where you can take &amp;nbsp;the Hump Trail or the Watchtower Trail, they both meet on the opposite side of the ridge. The Hump Trail goes over the ridge and the Watchtower Trail goes around the ridge. I've hiked this trail before and took the Hump route because the Watchtower Trail was closed due to ice and snow. This time the Watchtower was open, what a view. You hike along the edge of a cliff part of the way looking down at Tokopah Falls 1400 feet below. We ate lunch at Heather Lake then continued on to Aster and Emerald Lakes. The weather was in the low 70's F with clear skies, it was much cooler in the shade and in the blowing wind. Light was fading quickly on the last mile back to the trailhead. Just as we returned the car, a full moon rose over the tall pines and lit up the parking area like a searchlight to see us on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aster Lake 9200 feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sequoia National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;November 1st 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-8742272452947665278?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/11/lakes-trail-sequoia-national-park.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmizKvZhAI/AAAAAAAAARY/KJ9Dr4XHyok/s72-c/IMG_7614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-6537386313306142235</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T17:09:22.198-07:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween -  Ghosts Ghouls and Goblins</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmlJsfDxRI/AAAAAAAAARg/3YKBcAQuASU/s1600/IMG_7427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmlJsfDxRI/AAAAAAAAARg/3YKBcAQuASU/s640/IMG_7427.jpg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To celebrate this day of horror, we spent time with family. We had a great time as always, eating lots of food, trying a new wine and watched the kids carve pumpkins into "Jack-O-Lanterns".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As the evening sky grew, those participating, prepared themselves in costumes. The line-up included the following: She-devil, Baby-doll, Alien, Darth-Vader, Ninja and a Lucha Libre Mexican Wrestler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After gathering sweets from neighbors, the two oldest (brave) children went through a haunted house to close the evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-6537386313306142235?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/10/halloween-ghosts-ghouls-and-goblins.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmlJsfDxRI/AAAAAAAAARg/3YKBcAQuASU/s72-c/IMG_7427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-236085537219513326</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T17:13:57.607-07:00</atom:updated><title>Killdeer Calling</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmmOn0jQMI/AAAAAAAAARo/YupWUS_73t0/s1600/IMG_7273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmmOn0jQMI/AAAAAAAAARo/YupWUS_73t0/s640/IMG_7273.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On my way to work each morning, I pass by this cattle pasture. During the fall and winter months, this area fills with water and shares some great reflections of the morning sky. Well, today I left for work a little early and brought my camera along. I had to crawl under a post and cable fence to access this pasture. It was still dark and I forgot my headlamp so I carefully made my way across the pasture to this pond. Though I couldn't see it, the smell of manure was pretty fresh. I was amazed as the light and colors grew in the sky. While making photos, I saw some Mallards circling the pond looking for a place to rest and I can hear the Killdeer calling, probably warning others that I was in the area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Listen to Killdeer calling:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birdjam.com/birdsong.php?id=18"&gt;http://www.birdjam.com/birdsong.php?id=18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-236085537219513326?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/11/killdeer-calling.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmmOn0jQMI/AAAAAAAAARo/YupWUS_73t0/s72-c/IMG_7273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-8358962399431178791</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-28T17:20:11.734-07:00</atom:updated><title>Upper Mosquito Lake</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmnsP9rb4I/AAAAAAAAARw/lr1buzOeQVU/s1600/IMG_6857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmnsP9rb4I/AAAAAAAAARw/lr1buzOeQVU/s640/IMG_6857.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertadriaansen.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There were three of us, Mike, Allen and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Chip, I'm sorry you couldn't make this trip, you were missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;started on the trail about 8:30 am. The weather: clear skies, dry and cool, upper 30'sF. Along the hike, we saw three buck mule deer. We made it to the first of six mosquito lakes by 11:30am where we stopped and ate lunch. While resting at the lake, we can see our next challenge, an eighty-foot wall of granite boulders. During the hike up the granite wall, we pass Lake No.2 then arrive at Lake No.3 for a second break. Mike, Chip and myself camped at this lake last year (2008) in September. It's a beautiful lake with a small island. From this lake, you can look North to see Empire Mtn. and Timber Gap or look South to view Hengst Peak. The surroundings here are mostly granite and few clusters of different types of pine. We now have another 100ft of elevation gain. On our way to the 6th lake, we pass Lake No.4 and stop at a couple of ponds that had great reflections for that that time of day. In one of the ponds, there was a large boulder at one edge and a fallen tree in the water leaning against the large rock. We didn't notice it at first, but as Mike was scrolling through his recent photos, he noticed that, with the reflection, the boulder and fallen tree looked like a skull and cross-bones. A cool find and added memory to the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's 4:30pm, we finally arrive at our destination, Upper Mosquito Lake (Mosquito Lake No.6). The view is breathtaking. This lake is in a bowl at the base of Hengst Peak and the view to the South includes Sawtooth and in the distance, Kaweah peaks. The water is clean and clear. I saw a few Golden Trout cruisin' around. I'm guessing the temperature is in the upper 40'sF (7C). We setup camp then took a walk around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As light was falling, the reflections in the water improved, some clouds rolled-in and the temperature dropped. We split up for a little while, making photos of different parts of the lake. As Mike and Allen returned to camp to layer-up and eat supper, I waited across the lake for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alpenglow"&gt;alpenglow&lt;/a&gt; to hit the northwest face of Hengst peak. Well, I guess this time of year, this doesn't happen. As my fingers become numb and stiff, I figure it's time to head back to camp and warm-up. I layered-up, put on a down jacket, fleece underpants and gloves. I was ready to eat too, but noticed the light in the sky changing to the North of us and decided to make a few more photos. Allen and Mike joined me, this is when I shot the image above. We were at this spot until it was completely dark. Now it's supper time for me. The time is around 7:30pm and temperature is 24F (-4C). What's for supper? Mountain House's Teriyaki Chicken and Rice. Not bad, my favorite is still Chili-Mac and Beef. For dessert, we had Dark chocolate (60% cocoa) and wine. Allen brought &lt;a href="http://www.tobinjames.com/index.html"&gt;Tobin James&lt;/a&gt;' "Liquid Love", a late harvest Zinfandel and I brought &lt;a href="http://www.boglewinery.com/index2.htm"&gt;Bogle&lt;/a&gt;'s "Old Vine Zinfandel" and Mike's drink of choice, &lt;a href="http://www.mikeshard.com/lime.php"&gt;Mike's Hard Lime&lt;/a&gt; (of course). We turned-in about 9:30pm, we were tired and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The night was restful for the most part. I would wake every once-in-while when gusts of wind would rattle my tent. When the 2:00am bladder alarm went off, I elected to stay in my warm sleeping bag. This made the rest of time a little restless until finally I got up at 6:30am. Mike and Allen were also getting up. There was frost on the outside of our tents, my water bladder, which I had in my tent, was a block of ice and a pot of water that I left out overnight was also frozen solid. Allen asked if I wanted to know what the temperature was, I said "no", then I said "okay, how cold is it?". It was 15F (-9C). We made some photos around the lake in the early morning light. Fog was rising from the lake's surface as the water temperature was warmer than the air. It also began to snow. I've never experienced snow like this before, it wasn't fluffy clumps, it was tiny individual snowflakes. This was the first time I got to see a whole snowflake in person. Each one with six points and many different designs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/6976856"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of part of the lake that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our campsite is just to the right of where this video starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;While I was eating my oatmeal, a really cool thing happened. The sun was coming over the ridge and snowflakes were blowing in from the north and over the lake. The backlit snowflakes looked like glitter, Allen called it "Diamond Dust". It was a beautiful experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After packing-up, we left camp around 11:00am. The hike down the granite wall's was much easier and faster. Along the way, we stopped again at the small pond. This time the surface was frozen with a thin layer of snow on it. As we passed Lower Mosquito lake, I found an old 11oz &lt;a href="http://www.breweriana.com/beer-can/details/2096/15/flat-tops--non-oi/burgermeister-beer.html?vmcchk=1"&gt;beer can&lt;/a&gt; from the 1950's, Burgermeister. After a little research, it looks like it was produced by &lt;a href="http://www.schlitzgusto.com/"&gt;Schlitz&lt;/a&gt;. It was a little rusty on the ends but the label was legible. It had two holes punched into the top, one to vent and one to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When we got back to the trailhead on the Mineral King Valley floor (7400ft), it was about 4:00pm and the temperature was 32F (0C). Shortly after leaving the parking lot, we pulled over to shoot the Asepn's. They were mostly green with some just turning yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On the two hour drive home, we usually talk about the trip, photography and the number one topic is food. We talk about favorite foods, favorite restaurants, best places to stop when traveling, etc. It's body over mind when it's hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Good times, great friends and a beautiful landscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Robert Adriaansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Upper Mosquito Lake - 10,010 feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mineral King - &lt;a href="http://boxer.senate.gov/features/wilderness/maps/sequoiakings.pdf"&gt;John Krebs Wilderness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;October 3rd and 4th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-8358962399431178791?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/10/upper-mosquito-lake.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/THmnsP9rb4I/AAAAAAAAARw/lr1buzOeQVU/s72-c/IMG_6857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-1900790696868765306</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T17:27:55.577-08:00</atom:updated><title>September Moon</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.robertadriaansen.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378039446128025506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/SqKiYdZ_36I/AAAAAAAAALM/EVSD7VWAxiE/s640/IMG_6568.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The moon was full. My wife and I were outside at 5am this morning to setup for a yard sale. After parking the car with signs, I went to Sixbucks for an americano and vanilla latte. On my drive back to the house, the sky began to lighten up with shades of blue and pink from the Earth's shadow. And there she was, in all her glory, the Moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-1900790696868765306?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/09/september-moon.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/SqKiYdZ_36I/AAAAAAAAALM/EVSD7VWAxiE/s72-c/IMG_6568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-2170948731496931287</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T17:26:05.072-08:00</atom:updated><title>Star Trails - Mt. Silliman</title><description>&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/Sz6gjJ9l7xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6n6KftrFXSo/s1600-h/IMG_5345-2-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/Sz6gjJ9l7xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6n6KftrFXSo/s640/IMG_5345-2-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend's backpack trip took us to Mt. Silliman in Sequoia National Park. My buddy Allen and I started the hike at the Lodgepole trailhead. about 6,800 feet. The weather was cool but warm enough to wear shorts and a t-shirt. We stopped about three miles in where the trail crosses Silliman creek. The creek was very photogenic. After about an hour of taking photos, it was time to get back on the trail. As I was about to cross the creek, Allen corrected me and said " we're going this way. . ", which was along the side of the creek and up the mountain. At this junction, there is a small sign that reads "Twin Lakes" and "Ranger Lake" and points across the creek in a NW direction. The trail that we needed to follow didn't have a sign. In fact, if you look at a trail map, there is no trail marking for this route. Allen has been there before, so he led the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is definite that this trail is not used often. Shrub and grass have grown over parts of this trail. When we got to the first meadow, we rested for a few minutes and took photos of the many wildflowers. There were Columbine, Leopard Lily, Indian Paintbrush and many others but the majority was the large patch of Shooting Star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We continued up the mountain with the whispering roar of the creek to the left of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's lunchtime and we have just arrived at the base of a large granite wall. Also known as "The Slabs" My thought, "Holy Mackerel". The sight of this wall is very intimidating. My wife made me three burritos that morning, "God bless her", two for breakfast and one for lunch. The burritos had diced red potatoes, egg, bacon, cheddar cheese and green onions. Yeah, I definitely keep the calories replenished on these trips. Alright, break is over, let's get movin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;About halfway up the slabs, we stopped to refill our water reservoirs. Water from Silliman Lake, runs down the granite face which then turns into Silliman Creek at the base. At this point, I was pretty hot and needed to cool off, so I laid across the flowing water with great enjoyment. After re-energizing, we continued up the slabs. As we got closer to the top, we could see the bowl that surrounds Silliman Lake, which was encouraging. Looking back toward the west, we could see the valley (SJV). Finally, we made it to our campsite at the lake. The view is phenomenal! I dropped my pack and camera then jumped into the lake. A little over 10,000 feet. The water is very clear, deep and little cold, I'm guessing in the fifties. I didn't stay in very long. We washed clothes and relaxed until dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;THE MARMOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed up the hill, atop a large granite boulder, a marmot looking down at us. It wasn't long before he made his way down to our camp. He got closer and closer and didn't care that we were there. He tried chewing on backpack straps, taking a shirt and tried for the socks. We tried to shoo him away, stomping our feet, clapping hands, he would back-up a little bit but was definitley not afraid. After about twenty minutes of this, he has really become a pest. We started tossing pebbles at him and wouldn't flinch. I picked up some larger stones and threw them at him until he started back up the hill. When he started back down I would throw rocks up toward him until he turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After dinner, we cleaned up and prepped our cameras for sunset and twilight shots. We took pictures for about an hour, getting some great sillohette shots and capturing the rich blue, gold and orange colors in the twilight sky. Neither one of us brought a headlamp when we left camp, so we headed back before total darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back at camp we setup for some star trail photography. While the camera was capturing the image, we had some canadian whisky and later brewed some hot chocolate. We started the second star trail shot at 11:30pm and went to sleep. No tents, just sleeping bags and the stars. The cameras continued capturing the image for an hour and a half before the batteries died. We were thankful that the cameras saved the image before shutting off. About 1:00am, the moon rose over the ridge. You can see the moonlight on the rock in the picture above. The moon was 83% full this evening, so it looked like daylight when it was over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6:00am, time to get up. Not to our surprise, the marmot was back and was trying to move my bear canister to get to the food inside. He went away. We washed up, ate oatmeal for breakast, packed-up our gear and was on the trail to Silliman Peak by 8:00am. Actually, there is no trail, you just pick the best route over the many boulders in the direction of the peak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Silliman Peak - 11,188 feet&lt;br /&gt;The views from the peak are amazing. To the SE is Black Kaweah, in the distance, spires from Whitney, looking south is Sawtooth, Florence, Alta, Farewell Gap and Hengst Peak. Below us to the south is Silliman Lake. And to the west, San Joaquin Valley. We both signed the peak register, Allen was more ellaborate with artwork filling a whole page. We were on the peak for about an hour then headed down the mountain. There's not much more to tell about the hike back, in fact, we hardly spoke while making our way down "The Slabs". I think we were both trying to not think about the burn in our feet, ankles, thighs, hips, you get the idea. We ate lunch at the bottom of "The Slabs" and continued on down the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we got to the first meadow, we had to lather up with deet to ward off the thriving mosquitoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We took one last break at the Silliman Creek crossing. I filled my water reservoir and made sure to save some for my girls. They always ask "Dad, did you bring home some mountain water?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This was a great trip. The lake is beautiful, comparable to Franklin Lakes and the views from the peak are awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Backpacking can be hard work, but the rewards are plenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 0in;"="" 0in;="" 12pt;="" background-image:="" background-position:="" background-repeat:="" initial;="" initial="" mainbgcolor";="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" margin-top:="" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Robert Adriaansen&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Silliman&lt;br /&gt;Sequoia National Park&lt;br /&gt;July 11th &amp;amp; 12th 2009&lt;br /&gt;http://www.robertadriaansen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-2170948731496931287?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/07/this-weekends-backpack-trip-took-us-to.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/Sz6gjJ9l7xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6n6KftrFXSo/s72-c/IMG_5345-2-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-3018490080506588801</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T20:16:10.984-07:00</atom:updated><title>Potwisha - Pretty Face</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertadriaansen.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/Shq2GWotPMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IV_PZculduU/s400/IMG_3622.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339780528472931522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today, a friend and I drove up to the lower part of Sequoia National Park in search of wildflowers. We didn't have a plan, we were just gonna stop at a couple familiar spots and start walking. The first stop was in a lot across the street from Potwisha campgound. Along the trail we came across some old Native American paintings on a granite boulder on the side of the hill. If your not looking for it, you'll definitely miss it. The trail continues along the Middlefork of the Kaweah River until you come to a fairly new suspension bridge where the trail crosses over. At the opposite side of the bridge, we stood and watched he rage of the river as it crashed over large boulders. We were curious as to where the trail was leading to, so we hiked another 20 yards and found patches of wildflowers. We photographed flowers here for about an hour and a half. The trail ended at a flume control house. On our way out, we took a different trail that was leading the same way back to the vehicle. I'm glad we did, because this is where I found this flower in the photo above. The flower is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Triteleia - ixioides "Starlight" or "Pretty Face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We drove up the hill a little further and stopped on the side of the road at Big Fern Springs. Here we found a few cascades, granite boulders with bright green moss and an eight-foot waterfall. We photographed here for about an hour. I think it's funny when tourist driving by, see a couple guys with cameras, immediately pull-over and try to see what their missing then, just as fast, they hop back in their car and continue driving up the hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-3018490080506588801?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/04/potwisha-pretty-face.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/Shq2GWotPMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IV_PZculduU/s72-c/IMG_3622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575856881009271855.post-7043760578120229869</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T20:16:43.652-07:00</atom:updated><title>Paradise Creek</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertadriaansen.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/SdyS_A9WsWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SMg5iDptnfc/s400/ParadiseCreekTrail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322290470931837282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I hiked Paradise Creek trail. The weather was perfect. There were plenty of wildflowers, although beginning to dry out, still a beautiful sight. We found a nice spot next to the creek and ate our lunch. The kids played in the water for nearly two hours. I had some time to shoot a nearby cascade and we even got a few family portraits.&lt;br /&gt;A great day with the family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1575856881009271855-7043760578120229869?l=blog.mooizon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.mooizon.com/2009/04/paradise-creek.html</link><author>robert@mooizon.com (Robert Adriaansen)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mY8WYX3BbtI/SdyS_A9WsWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SMg5iDptnfc/s72-c/ParadiseCreekTrail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>