There has always been something magical about these ancient bristlecones for me. Whether it is their unique shapes, while whipped into place by Mother Nature and the storms of their life’s, or whether it is the twists and turns that have learned to withstand such force, bristlecones stand their ground and are one of a kind. Different from others, strong and special on their own.
That moment when a picture says a thousand words.
It’s another “Golden October” with mild temperatures and sunshine. We had a few cold days with near frost temperatures overnight, but the sunshine has returned and has replaced the chilly air with warmth’s. The change is obvious and Mother Nature is changing her wardrobe to greet us with hues of yellow, oranges and reds. It’s quite beautiful but short lived.
Have a beautiful start to your week everyone. ❤️
“Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.”
Fact is that the climb is often difficult and hard.
Are you willing to put in the effort?
Would you stay and sit for awhile?
Can you listen to the silence?
“Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.” ~ Steven Wright
Come home to the forest
Where time goes slow and the breath is mellow
Where thoughts find rest and calm comes to nest
Come home to the woods
To be friend with trees and listen to the breeze
To wander through trails and mend your soul
Come home to nature
When you’re heart is hurting or your soul needs healing
When something feels wrong or you just need a place to belong
The forest awaits
Come home Be healed…
It’s no secret that I have many beautiful and favorite spots in the northern Sierra. This is an older picture showcasing the crest right above Winnemucca Lake. You can’t actually see the lake in the picture as it is behind the little spring run off pond pictured here and lies at the feet of granite wall. The area is amongst one of my favorite wildflower hikes in the spring and home to my Sierra Marmots.
Tonight, I still know that I am exactly where I need to be, and yet when those memories flash up like today, bringing this old picture my way, it’s hard not to reminisce and remember why I love this place so much.
Tonight’s bike ride was like scene out of the shire from Lord of the Rings. It was peaceful and quiet as Noah, Emily and myself set out for a short ride through the country. We stopped as a pond to watch ducks, saw a naked snail which is a snail without a house, kind of like a slug and watched a rabbit run across the fields for new safety. We ended up on a gravel road that turned into a tall grassy trail. It was leading into the woods, but we turned shortly after. It was getting late and I didn’t want to return the kids too late. They didn’t even had supper yet but wanted to come for a ride with me and I loved their company. It’s getting easier to ride the bike, but I imagine that once the gears are all checked, it might be even better.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it’s roar,
I love not man the less, but nature more.
High above and within beautiful Yosemite National Park.