The road is under construction, and the schedule keeps changing.

The two men on Sequoia’s hazard tree crew came to do some work on the most recent red fir dropped by our place.

We always stop by the dumpster on the way down. Trail Guy rearranges the bags of trash so we can get the most mileage out of the dumpster, which is for cabin folks who live far away and don’t want to haul their trash back to LA or the Bay Area or the Fresno airport. It is a very fine service for our cabin neighbors, and I wish someone else would do it.

We waited for the pilot car for about 20 minutes, parked in the shade of course. Other people like to snuggle right up to the flagger, not minding the sun. They probably have A/C in their vehicles.

I just looked around, took a few photos, read my book, and waited until the uphill traffic came through.

There are so many shiny culverts along the road. Sometimes when we look ahead, we think a car is coming because of the metallic gleam.

The oaks providing shade were full of mistletoe.

Down in the heat and the dust, it is hard to imagine that we were just here:

It is always worth the drive, even without A/C in the old Botmobile.