August 13, 2015
My paternal human grooms himself every morning by putting
some stuff on his face with his paws and then wiping it off. While he does this, I cut across him to drink
some water. It is his water, so he
thinks, but I drink it. And I take my
sweet time in doing it.
For my morning walk, I 'froggered' myself across hwy 395, crossing over cattle grates, and headed
up the road that would take me to Horseshoe Meadows. It is about a 45 mile ride up the mountain,
and I do mean UP the mountain. There
are a series of switchbacks far more vicious than those leading up to the
Whitney Portal, and I am sure there are not a whole lot of guardrails. The climb takes you to 10,000 feet!
The road starts with desert scrub, then riparian signs of a
creek emerge. Off with the IPOD so I can
hear the sounds of the creek and the birds.
The air is fragrant with desert sage.
There are reeds and canyon sunflowers and lots of monarch butterflies. On, I climb listening to my feet hitting the
pavement. When my time was up, I turned
around and it was then I realized how far I had walked. I had winded through hills and was quite
high. I decided to jog back. It was soooo downhill.
Yesterday, I had talked about the backpacks the Whitney
hikers were carrying... We kind of
laughed at the size of some of their gear, but my very own spouse insists that
our backpacks contain all materials necessary to combat a zombie apocalypse. We have enough water to hydrate a herd of
cattle, and all sorts of emergency supplies.
All this would be good if you are going on a real hike, but for the
rinky dink hike we did yesterday, it was comical. I shall now refer to them as ZABs (zombie
apocalypse backpacks).
We readied Hannah for departure. Then before hooking her up, we went to one of
my favorite places ever for breakfast, the Alabama Hills Cafe. It is a tiny place on a side street. They are only open for breakfast and lunch,
and they have a bakery with killer baked goods.
Breakfast comes with the best freshly made sourdough bread. MMMMM!
After eating breakfast there, there would be no need for lunch.
Then we headed north.
We were not sure where we would be staying. I had mentioned a couple of places to Spouse
and he was disinterested... that is until we passed the turnoff to them. Really????
It was very striking that there was absolutely NO snow on any of the
mountains. Having been in the area
during many a summer, there was always some snow in some crevice even in the
hottest summers. But not a drop was
visible. It looked strangely desert like
passing Mammoth Mountain.
We stopped through our old mobile home park in
Bridgeport. One of the residents
recognized Spouse. We sold that park 19
years ago! It is for sale right now
too. We stopped along the Walker River
to try and catch a fish. Spouse is
missing a lot of stuff from his tackle box.
Spouse, did you think to check this out before we left? No...
Argh... We only spent about 20
minutes and got skunked. As we headed
north, the river got smaller. We wanted
to fish more, but it just is too low.
We settled for the night in Walker (aka Coleville). Nice KOA with a beautiful rock formation
behind it..
Still cannot do pictures.
Did all the security steps and all and I am stuck. Exploring other options tho... I hate this tech crap!
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