So behind…so behind…
Bloging’s playin second fiddle to everyday life these days. I can’t keep up! Sunday or Monday I point west for California, all I need packed into the back of my trusty new truck. Finally caved in and traded in the fuel sipping Ford Focus for something much more practical, a Tacoma. She’ll be a traveling machine, capable of taking me over bumpy back road and act as a sort of turtle shell on my back, perfect for camping out of (or sleeping in).
I start work in Stockton, CA 12/9.
Until then, I’ve a few more days to spend in Golden, CO, cherishing the time spent with friends. Here’s where home TRULY is. Been knitting a lot, really, getting frantic re: Xmas gifts. Every year I over plan and have not enough time to finish all. You’d think I’d learn.
Below, another post from the CA trip, I figure I should get it all laid out before the CA pics start to fall behind the new CA pics!
Drove along the Sierra’s with two stops in mind, The Bristlecone Pine forest and Mono Lake. Yosemite would be the last stop of the day. The pass in was closed, though, and I had to come to terms with a major rearrangment of plans. More on that.
Weather, up high, would hate to be back in those mtns. Still, so beautiful
Past more purdy hills around Mammoth.
Then, Mono Lake.
Located in Inyo Nat’l Forest, just past the Tioga Pass entrance to Yosemite, this anomaly snuggles up to 13,000 feet peaks. An inland sea, Mono Lake is one of the oldest lakes in the US. Having no outlet, it’s salinity is greater than the sea. Those who brave the icy water are super-boyant. I dipped in a hand. Brrrr! Not brave enough to try. No fish live in the water, however, brine shrimp and fly larvae provide a crucial and fragile link in the food chain for numerous birds and critters.
TUfa (too-fah) are the tower like stacks you see in the pics. They are the remnants of fresh water springs that once bubbled up into the lake. Calcuim carbonate form the deposits.
Volcanic formations surround three sides of the lake, the last eruption only 640 years ago.
This is an area I can’t wait to return to. There is no camping by the lake. It is quiet, except for the chitter chatter of thousands of birds.
The lake was once drastically drained by the folks managing LA’s water. This was stopped, though the water is hundreds of feet lower than agreed to.
I couldn’t help but notice how fragile it all seemed.
Tufa and the skyline to the north.
Mandated lake level. So far away.
Looking West Moi, comoplete with camping bed head.
Buzzing critters aplenty.
Sat and worked on Rachel’s B-day gift for a bit.
YOSEMITE, Here I came! Wait…where is it?
Next, to Yosemite. I got lucky and the pass in opened. If not, I would’ve needed drive north to nearly Tahoe and detour around, a LONG detour. word spread in the visitors center Tioga Pass opened. Yippee!
Yellow leaves near the entrance.
A glimpse into the park while I could still see where I was.
That didn’t last long. The fog socked in. I was enveloped in fog for al least 75% of the park. Nada, nothing, slow driving through a white blanket. Was I disapointed? Yep. Rock outcroppings teased me with a glimpse of ankle. I’ve wanted to climb here for years and years and years…
Peek a boo!
Made it into the main valley, a glimpse of El Capitan. Was raining and cold. Looked into camping and there were only a handful of canvas tent sites at$90/night. I was so annoyed, so disgruntled, I poked around and left. Yosemite, I will be back, next time likely with snow on the ground and skis or snowshoes on my feet. Tourists warm at home. Can’t wait…
So onward I went, to the little twon of Mariposa, cute, warm in a cheap hotes (much cheaper than a canvas tent.) Out came the maps to plan the next day. More on that later…