Live at the Fresno Dome! One Night Only! (Day 7)
It turned out that my campsite was pretty close to Fresno Dome, which, turns out, isn’t a sports/concert venue in the Central Valley, but, rather, is this:
Like I said, Fresno Dome, which is impressive especially to those unfamiliar with granite domes.
Turns out you can hike to it and the trailhead was only three miles up the road from my campsite (3 miles on that road = 20 minutes driving time, unless you were that guy in the white Excursion who started fishtailing trying to slow down enough to get into his own lane and not hit me on his way down, in which case I’m guessing 15 minutes). People at the trailhead said it was only a half-mile to the top. They were off by a half-mile, but still: short hike. Thus:
The trail heading up to the dome.
The view from the top of the dome — which, unfortunately, does not include me for all visitors.
And I didn’t hike it at night. It was in the evening (note the shadows to self-verify).
Only three days behind on posting now!
bkd
PS, I stayed the night before and the morning of Day 7 in Stockton and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how cool it was (aside from being 126 degrees in the shade). Friendliest Dennys wait staff I’ve ever encountered. Plus, when I went to Target, I got apologized to twice for minor, unavoidable personal space violations. Twice! It was like not even being in California.
If you keep shaving, Sean Penn will never make an overbloated movei about your trip. The whold state of Northern California is nicer than SoCal.