With little more than star light kissing the trail and the tease of a slivered moon, I followed my boots as they took me up the canyon. I take adventure when I can get it, and a ninety-nine degree April weekday was reason enough to escape into the Sierra. I needed to get away from my computer, I needed to get away from my phone. Night time hikes are my favorite – they can take a route that you’ve taken many times and transform it to a completely different experience. With dancing shadows, slippery granite, and things that go bump in the night – your senses are drastically heightened. Hiking a mile and a half upriver, I started to assess the area for the best area to set up for the night. “This spot is good – but, river is too loud”. Or, “I think I’ve found it – the morning view will be amazing”, only to discover a cozy den-sized area a group of bears might be returning to. And it can prove difficult to find trunks of a suitable girth, as these Sequoia groves harbor some of the largest trees in the world. After some careful midnight riverside navigation, I found the most wonderful spot to sleep, swinging under the boughs of two evergreens at the waters edge. As I nestled in my hammock and looked up at the stars, a glint of light caught my eye. My gaze was beckoned across the river at the Watchtower – a granite monolith towering over the valley, and I swear to you it winked to me goodnight.