A bit of fall color!



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A bit of fall color!




I think the locals call it “perched rock” or “balanced rock” or some lame thing like that. When I first saw it, I was about 3, and I dubbed it Friend Rock…I mean, look at it! Wouldn’t you want it to be your friend? It’s always been mine.

I paid too much money for a hoodie with Friend Rock on it. Worth every penny. I would have paid twice as much.

K had to set up this fancy shot, but if you zoom in, you see the dog is going ballistic (she thinks K is leaving us), and I’m screaming at her to take the @$%^ picture already.

They have a chair lift that I’ve been on once or twice, and a couple of runs and a ski lodge that you can barely see at the top.

Beautiful, like everything else about this place.


Not the best-looking ones, but I’ll take it.

The level’s low, but it’s still so lovely.

I’m no tracker, but I’m guessing this is deer.

Carson Peak.

Just digging around the shoreline.

Little Jo checking out the lake. She said it tasted good.

She took exception to the little ripples lapping the shore.

There’s no place like the eastern Sierras!


This would constitute a riot of autumn in Orange County.
Opened in 1927, and frequented by Clark Gable, Charlie Chaplin, etc. If you want to access its famous lobby from the street…you’d better *really* want to. Because you’ve got quite the climb ahead of you. Trying this in winter would seem to be suicidal.


Classic. Still somewhat recognizable from my early memories. I bought an overpriced hoodie here and I adore it.

Only in a Sierra Nevada mountain town would one find something like this.

From the main street…

Our little rustic 1920-something cabin. Mega-cozy.

Jo staked out her safe space immediately.