Leaving work at 3pm Friday gets me to Three Rivers, ‘Gateway’ to Sequoia, around 7, despite pockets of traffic here and there on the way up.

I used to think of Three Rivers as a modest village in the foothills of the Sierra but this time I didn’t run into any village. It was mostly a line-‘um-up town with shops, businesses, restaurants etc. stretched along the roadway for many miles. This motel/lodge is about six miles past the end of town and a few minutes from the park entrance.

It was a great place to rest up for the night. Notice the No Vacancy sign. There was virtually No Vacancy for miles around, which is what I wanted, to see how bad it could get.