KIDZAPALOOZA Trip at Kennedy Meadows June 24th through June 28th
	Camping June and July, 2002
		Scroll down to see same place 4 years ago.	Camping June and July, 2002 He caught this at the West Walker using worms on a barbless hook.
KIDZAPALOOZA Trip at Kennedy Meadows June 24th through June 28th
><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< ><><><>< This trip was set up to bring friends and their families together for a camping trip,  to get all the kids together and let them rampage through the forest and do some fishing. Thursday at 9:45 A.M., The "Costanzahoe" tribe was the first to arrive.  Around 10:30 A.M., the younger tribesmen "ijn Boo Boo Tummy" of the "Ed Indian Cry-ing" tribe had arrived.  He, my 4-year-old son and I went to do some fishing and then to get a whiskey spirit at the Ole Whiskey Spirit Bar.  By the time we had arrived back to camp, Chief Crying Snail and his Chief "Keeper of the Leash" had arrived and were all unpacked. Later that afternoon, we went out to gather wood; yes we actually went to get our own wood this time…. As we spilled each other's cocktails, and with only one remaining, my mission was to let the other two gather wood while I indulged in that last remaining cack-tail (intentional misspelling).  And then it was time to get back out to gather wood.  I found a half of a tree stump and started to pull, drag, roll that big bad sucker up to the truck that was about 40 yards away.  And then a loud rumble filled the air, what seemed to be a rockslide was really the Suburban Assault Vehicle.  The Guy-ing tribe had arrived as well as the Sam-ah-phoechico Tribe.   As they all stumbled out of their assault vehicle, they scattered through the woods as though trying to hide from the task at hand.  Chief Won't Have a Beer" was having a beer, and saw that I was trying to get that large stump over a hill.  As we were making some progress, Cry-ing Snail whined "that piece is to heavieeeee". As his whining pierced our ears and echoed through the valley, it gave us the strength to almost move it all the way to the truck.  And then more whining from Cry-ing Snail.  "It's too heavieeeee, let's chop it up heeeeeerrrrre" We all looked at him as four of us picked it up and threw it in the back of the truck. Thanks to the courage of a fearless crew, the whiner would be lost, and back to the campsite for CACK-Tails! Dinner that night consisted of an Ed's Cry-ing must for the first night, Pilipino Adobo. A mixture of chicken, potatoes, vinegar, soy sauce, onions, and whatever else Injin Boo Boo Tummy put in there. This was then served over traditional steamed rice, a must for every Pamping Prip.  As dinner was being prepared, the kids ran around and played, they even played some golf.  Yes, golf clubs are another must while camping. The big kids played some golf as well while consuming mass quantities of spiritual booze.  After dinner and many spirits later, we sat around the campfire, drank some more and prepared the Little Hell Raisers for bed. That next morning, after breakfast, we all headed down to the Meadows to do some fishing. My son and I fished a part of the river that I had wanted to try the last time we visited.  Though we only caught one fish, just being out there was what it was all about.  Later that afternoon, we all gathered back at the campsite and told tales of the big fish hunt.   Even later in the afternoon, the air grew still, the forest became eerily quiet, and then it struck… "Pey Paré! Put pat pover pear Pete".  And the air was once again filled with the sounds of "Ps" echoing throughout the valley.   Both the Dayaw-ha-ha and Yujuicohoe tribes had arrived.  It had been rumored that these two tribes may attend this event, and it was true.  To celebrate their arrival, we headed back to the P-Ole Phiskey Par Por Pa Prapitional Pilipino Prink pof Scotch. By the second night AT&T stocks were up and climbing.  By this time I'd made about 20 calls to Dr. Feel Good, the Medicine Woman and was being razzed non-stop for the remainder of the prip.  Dinner that night was another traditional meal, Tacos Authentica ala Ed's Cry-ing PRODUCTION.  Pork Tri-Tips and chicken partly supplied by Ijn Scout Khali-Kali who had scouted his way back to our site once again.  Chief Keeper of the Leash again did an excellent job with the salsa, Tastes just like fingernail, just kidding!  Again the children played, tormented each other, and invaded tents where they would empty all contents of garment bags. After a great taco feast, mini pressure was taught to the youngsters, the future chiefs.  This amused Chief Cry-ing Snail immensely, which in turn annoyed Chief Global Warmer, so it was time to show the youngsters the big boy's version of pressure.  It only took the words, "Chief Won't Have a Beer isn't going to Hollister with you on Friday" to put Chief Cry-ing Snail into "Whine" mode.  Yes, the future chiefs learned a valuable lesson in the art of "Big Pressure" and so exhausted by this training, all went to bed.  Soon after, many of the others went to sleep.  This only left the Pilipino crew, except for Piccolo Pete, and I left standing.  The Pilipino crew began to play their ritual game of mahjong (sp?), where the Dayaw-ha-ha tribe was known for its forked tongue tactics.  With wandering eyes and "ine a comepet-ah-teef mote", the Dayaw-ha-ha chief used all of his sorcery skeels tu ween Paré. After snacking on left over taco stuff, and cocktails consumed, we all retired, ready to greet the new day.
Saturday, the Guy-ing tribe and Sam-ah-phoechico tribe packed up the Suburban Assault Vehicle and were on their way to Quincy for rendezvous and Pertday Parties.  The rest of us went off to do our own thing. That morning, my son and I first went to Beardsley Reservoir to do some fishing and swimming.  Then we went to Eagle Creek where the water was running at almost perfect level.  This traditional river of moderate pools and nice over hangs where fish like to feed reminded me of the Yosemite/Middle Fork area where I had always gone since the time I was born.  My son played in the water next to me and occasionally would come over and mimic me fishing.  He'd get in front of me grab the fishing pole's handle and hold the line out to feel a fish bite.  Of course he really didn't understand what he was doing, but Dad was doing it.  There is nothing better than fishing with your best pal.  To watch their faces light up as they hook into a fish and struggle with excitement to land that sucker.  To eat lunch by a clear babbling stream, chat about fishing, or why there aren't any other people around.  To tell them to hurry up, stop lagging behind before a bear or mountain lion gets them (smile).  And to try and answer where the bears and lions were hiding. Nothing better, I'll always cherish those few hours in time.
Later that afternoon, my son and I went for our traditional afternoon Popsicle.  After, we took a long deserved shower at the "Meadows", and to the bar for a little boy and big boy soda.  The other members of the group then joined us. Chief Cry-ing Snail sported a "Brand New" leather vest and paraded it amongst the Veteran Bikers.  He would have surely made one of them a wonderful "Biker's B" in that "Brand New" leather vest.  Later in the evening it was my turn to prepare dinner. I had made a spaghetti sauce prior to going up and only had to boil the pasta. I then mixed the pasta and sauce together.  Not being the big camping cook, since my "B" Chief Cry-ing Snail usually did that for me, the great Dayaw-ha-ha chief, with his extra sensory/keen sense of smell, warned me that the pasta was burning. This in turn prompted Chief Cry-ing Snail to perform his great Whine Tactics once again.  All burners were stopped, no mixing of the pasta was allowed, and Chief Cry-ing Snail took over.  That night was quiet, we all relaxed by the fire and went to bed earlier than usual.
That Sunday morning, everyone except my son and I packed up and left.  This gave my son and I a chance to do what ever he wanted.  We played a little golf, took a walk along the river, and had some lunch.  We then took another try at the lower half of Eagle Creek.  We went to Kennedy Meadows for our ice cream and walked down to the river to walk in the water at the beach for the last time this trip.  In the few days we were there, the water must have dropped 2 plus feet.  This was nice to see because it gave me a better understanding of how the river flowed.  To better prepare for the next visit in the next few weeks to come.  That night was peaceful.  My son and I had a quiet dinner, played, walked by the river and even did a little fishing again.  When it was dark, we lit the fire and watched it burn while he fell asleep on my lap. That next morning we packed up and went home.
I look forward to my, perhaps our next trip. I'll be back up in July, perhaps twice.  My goal is to try and visit the Kennedy Meadows area at least three times this summer and see how different each month has on the river and fishing. As the waters recede and warm up, the fishing should become increasingly better. Only time will tell.   BILLWASATTHATPARTY

 

Calaveras Big Trees State Park,  http://www.sierra.parks.state.ca.us/cbt/cbt.htm CBTA was created in 1974 to assist and support the interpretation and environmental education programs at Calaveras Big Trees State Park. Photographer: Unknown

Big Trees June 9th through June 12th and June 22 nd through June 26th
My son had a blast as usual, did not want to leave as well. I tell you, he just gets better each trip.. follows behind me and never complains, What a sport, he really likes to explore, go a little further up the path.. He hops rocks just like me.. I miss him in my life every day... He is really my biggest love in life... and gets better everyday.. I don't want him to grow up too fast. A child, he is like a path one hikes, you want to go a little further ahead to see what's there.. only problem is that you can't ever go back.... to him being little, never able to get back to those special parts of the path.. They only stay in our memories, to keep for ever. Christian and I went to Calaveras Big Trees for the second time this month. We went the first time on June 9th - June 12th, and just back from our June 22nd - 26th trip. Both the Stanisluas and Beaver Creek had some good fishing earlier in June, but slowed down This weekend. We had some good luck on Beaver upper part all days. On Saturday we all went to Alpine Lake.. on Highway 4 right after Mt. Reba -Bear Valley Ski Resort. .......................................................................       PURVES (pronounced Pur – Ves) SUPPLY June 13th, 1999 Salmon Fishing Trip Fun was had by all! By far, one of the best fishing excursions I have been on in a long while! June 13th Salmon Fishing Trip This Sunday we went out of Marin to get the big boys. I would have won the pool, but Roger showed me up. This was the best trip I've been out on in years. The boat was new, gear in good condition and plenty of beer/kegs aboard.     Photographer: Dave Guy (Chief Won't Have a Beer) "Silver Bullet Medicine Man" (Roger Guy) Roger showed us all how it was done. He caught the two (2) largest fish out of 28 people. He won the 200-dollar pool. We now know that Roger surely does have the "Power". Roger hooked into something that definitely looked potentially threatening to my winning the prize. His pole (I said pole) was bent, (that's sick), and I knew he had a hell of a fish on. Roger maintained poise and grace throughout his battle with this monstrosity. When that sucker rose, I knew I lost, at least for the time being. Isaac (the deck hand) guided Roger through the group of people, one of which was, and always seemed to be Dramamine Troy, until they netted this BAD Boy. This sucker was BIG, about 26 pounds, damn! All the other fish caught looked like guppies next to this thing! Photographer: Dave Guy (Chief Won't Have a Beer)
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
1999 Official Sponsors of Kidzapalooza
©   M-Boy Studios, Burbank, CA
		Get Your Own Free Home Page At GeoCities.
Copyright © 1986 RickART Graphics® This Home Page was created by RickART Graphics® Monday, May 01, 1998 Most recent revision Sunday, June 6, 2004 ©