I used my willpower to put one foot in front of the other. The track back to that camp seemed to take an eternity.Read more "Overworked in Kings Canyon"
I caught up to the fellers who lingered at the base of these three adjoining cliffs near a small rock-hole. We marvelled at the chasm, and the steady stream of tourists like ants trailing along the edge of the cliffs above.Read more "Trekking With the T-Team: Kings Canyon"
I wandered off by myself to squander those few precious relics of dried fruit and savour their shrivelled sugary taste. But the meagre morsels were not enough to satisfy my hunger and I cried.Read more "Meagre Morsels"
We charged along the unsealed highway with no break for lunch or snacks. Dad’s need to reach our destination of Kings Canyon before nightfall compelled him ever forward, resisting the temptation to rest.Read more "Famished"
We dragged our weary bodies back to where we camped the previous night. After such a generous lunch, my legs ached, and lugging the heavy load of a back pack, all I wanted to do was sleep.Read more "OVERWORKED"
I had to find the men, but the chasm’s majesty awed me. Forget about the men.Read more "KINGS CANYON"