Published July 15, 2010 in the Commercial Appeal
Every summer we take an epic road trip. This year we've outdone ourselves.
Two thousand miles from our front door in Memphis lies the Dinky Creek Campground and Dinky Lakes Wilderness area (in California's Sierra National Forest) where my husband, Warren, lived and worked as a forest ranger from 1991-93. Just after we were married in 1999, he took me backpacking there. It was a pretty harrowing experience that involved us nearly getting struck by lightning on the top of a mountain peak.
Despite our bad luck (or good luck, depending on how you look at it), Warren has dreamed of taking our boys (Satchel, 8, and Jiro, 6) backpacking there since they could walk. They've been on plenty of hikes and been car camping a few times, but nothing compares to carrying all of your survival gear on your back, hiking for eight hours straight, and sleeping on a mountaintop for a few days...(Read more)
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