"I want to be there," said the Husband.
The other day I was missing the sight of granite, miles and miles of exposed surface of batholith mountains. In particular, the Sierra Nevada mountain range. More specifically, Desolation Wilderness in the El Dorado National Forest, west of Lake Tahoe.
These photos are from my first backpacking trip up Horsetail Falls. The original prints were overexposed. Thankfully, I kept the pictures and was able to "clean" them up a bit in Photoshop.
Talk about following the First Husband with complete trust while carrying 25 pounds, more or less, of food, gear, and reading material on my back. I don't know what it's like today, but back then, once you got to the base of the falls, the way up and down the mountain was your own choosing. One time, we bushwhacked our way down the mountain, with me mostly sliding on my behind.
The last time I climbed up Horsetail Falls was to spread the Late Great First Husband's ashes at Pyramid Lake.
I'm heading over to Mosaic Monday. Come join me and check out other bloggers. Cheers, Everyone!
I love your beautiful green painting that feels so cool and warm at the same time, like a summer’s breeze. That is a huge hike you did and it sounds steepReplyDelete
Thanks, Birgit! It was less than a mile from the base of the falls to the top. Took us a couple of hours. There was one place where we took off our backpacks to hand up because the passage was narrow. Shiver. I was great going up. Not so, the other way. Where was a helicopter when you want one.Delete
That some moving waterReplyDelete
Oh, my! Desolation Wilderness is not an inviting name. I was moved to read that you spread your husband's ashes up there. My sister and I spread our parents' ashes in the Blue Ridge Mountains.ReplyDelete
Linda, I was just about to pull out his ashes from my knapsack when a park ranger suddenly appeared. That was funny. I waited until he was long gone.Delete
Hello, it is good to pick out a happy place for our resting spot. Hubby has his picked out, he does involve a hike too. Your memories and photos are beautiful. Enjoy your day!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Eileen! :-)Delete
Places so back-of-beyond make me wonder if the person I'm with is in a murderous mood... I have a dark sense of humor sometimes. Beautiful spot.ReplyDelete
Su-sieeemac - what wonderful memories. Nine years of backpacking in the Sierras. I think you have many other landscapes just begging to be poured into a drawing! Thanks for sharing your journey and these treasures with everyone at Mosaic Monday!ReplyDelete
Could be, Angie. Could be. :-)Delete
It does look 'desolate', but of course those kinds of places never are. There's life everywhere. :)ReplyDelete
And so few people, at least back then. in the areas that we went. I'm fortunate to have had my experiences. Backpacking was yet another thing that Mama considered not normal for her daughter to do. But who was the young woman who climbed down a mountain to get home when WWII began in the Philippines?Delete
Heh, heh, heh . . . The Mama? :)Delete
I'm eager to hit the road too. And thinking green like your artwork. Memories are all most of us have right now.ReplyDelete
I understand now about the comfort in memories. I guess that's what old age is about. :-)Delete
Wonderful memories and hopefully more to come but definitely drawings to share. Thanks so much.ReplyDelete
Dawn aka Spatulas On Parade
I appreciate the sweet words, Dawn. :-)Delete