Like I said before, sometimes things don’t quite work out the way you planned, they work out better. This happened again a week ago.
Some of my ski buddies had organized a camping trip to the Sequoias, which I eagerly joined, especially since my last trip up there was canceled due to weather. Having never been there, I did not know what to expect, and to be honest, I was a little underwhelmed. Big trees? Check. Beautiful campsite under sequoias and by the creek? Check again. Good friends and great food? Absolutely. Still, no crazy good vistas or sights that blew my mind, and of course (it was the end of June), a lot of tourists.
So when I got home and perfunctorily went through my photos, I was surprised to end up with one of my favorite shots ever. It is not awe-inspiring. It is not spectacular. It is not grandiose. And yet, something about it keeps pulling me back in, and I am curious to know if anyone else feels the same.
(In the last episode, we left me at Rock Creek Lake, sleeping in my car and freezing through the night.) When I got up the next morning for my coffee, I found Ken raring to go, but I was not.
(In the last episode, we left Ken at the intersection of the 14 and the road to Randsburg, which I now take to get to Trona.) I crossed 100 miles of unpopulated California high desert, interrupted only by large gatherings of RVs and pickup trucks carrying ATVs and dirt bikes, each group sporting its own flags.
Little things make me happy. I just ordered an easy pop up tent from Amazon, it arrived, it took me all of two minutes to put it up in my living room, it’s a huge relief compared to my other tent which takes me 15 minutes to set up, and I’m so happy about that!!!