The early snow was a mild surprise, but in general it’s cooling down quickly now. I should invest in one-a them warm hats.
It’s like they say; to become an entire pumpkin, you must first eat the entire pumpkin — but the stem’ll kill ya. Wise words from a convicted soup magnate.
There’s only one camping spot down here and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some punk-ass Dutchman grab it.
A technically acceptable weekend!
Really nice hike. This was Stevens Trail, down to the North Fork of the American River. In the morning, the valley was filled with mist, which burned off by the time I got to the bottom.
When we first moved here, one of my favorite things about California was the large difference in smell that a small distance in travel can make. Wales has a lot to recommend itself (chiefly, the bacon), but unless you’re in one of the south-east’s more urinique areas, the whole country smells like a similar mix […]
This isn’t the same place, but it’s the same area that was all snowy in the post below. Barely a trace of it now. The area definitely gets snowy in winter, though — the top picture is pointing at the Tahoe rim, and, below it, the Boreal ski place for people who like skiing for […]
Lesson learned after getting surprise-blizzarded in the Sierras: my boots are no longer waterproof. Also, I wish I could hate them to death.