Showing posts with label mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mountains. Show all posts

July 27, 2017

Our First Family Trip



A few weeks ago, we went on our first mini family vacation.  We drove up to the mountains.  The drive was fine until the windy ascent into the mountains, but baby A. was a trooper who only got carsick once.  Still, as a first-time mother, I was nervous and kept the throw-up baggie in hand.  The entire trip!

We took baby on a leisurely paved walk to a waterfall in the area.  She slept in her carrier for most of the hike, but awoke toward the end of it to vibrant green trees and cloudless blue skies.  (One of her favorite pastimes is to watch leaves on trees blow in the wind.)  She loved it.  Above is a photo of the creek that leads to the waterfall, which was abundantly filled with snowmelt.  I'm glad that the years-long drought we've been experiencing was broken this year.  It made for beautiful hiking scenery and a healthy forest.

Overnight trips with a baby, even a short one like ours, are stressful.  Is she cold?  Hot?  Hungry?  Going to sleep through the night, or wake the neighbors?  And in my case: Is she going to throw up, and when?  But new situations force you to reexamine what you can handle and more importantly, what your baby can.  (And yes, she handled things much better than I thought she would.)  We slept little, ate when we could, stressed continuously, and got out into nature for a bit.  Our reward was baby A.'s awe-filled laughter and smiles.  It's the little joys that matter, always the little joys.  Parenthood is quite a trip.




March 17, 2013

The Cabin

The Cabin, by Stewart Edward White

I've been yearning for a sense of stillness lately, a calm quiet that only creeps up on you when you least expect it and lingers for moments on end.  Started reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard, again--a well-worn favorite.  Dillard quotes Steward Edward White (why do I always want to call him "Edward Stewart White"?), so I figured that I should see what his writing is about.  I mean, if Dillard cites him, then he, by this association, must be one great observer and solitude seeker.


My 1911 copy of The Cabin arrived in usable vintage form: frayed hardcover edges, decaying corners, and binding half worn; an overall delicate-yet-sturdy feel.  The book chronicles White's life spent in a rustic, simple vacation cabin in the Sierras that he and his wife, Billy, helped build by hand.  White's pro-conservation perspective and urgent, gentle tone reflects his soaring popularity during the early 20th century conservationist movement.

 

According to Wikipedia: 
"White's books were popular at a time when America was losing its vanishing wilderness. He was a keen observer of the beauties of nature and human nature, yet could render them in a plain-spoken style. Based on his own experience, whether writing camping journals or Westerns, he included pithy and fun details about cabin-building, canoeing, logging, gold-hunting, and guns and fishing and hunting." 


With short chapters with titles such as the following, how could I pass it up? 


His philosophical slant--nature driven, minimalist, and highly moralistic--makes for a quietly compelling read.  White's words and stories are resonant and modest (sparse even), but it is his unwavering enthusiasm in exploring and relaying to the reader the natural world around him that makes this book a worthwhile read.  Wish there was more detailed information about White and his writings online, beyond Wikipedia...

 
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Ever since I received a new pair of hiking boots earlier this winter, I've been bit hard by the wander bug, longing to embark on mountainous day-long hikes--just the husband and I in the thick of it.  The Cabin will have to suffice for now.



September 18, 2012

Belated Week in Photos


We went on a few hikes this past week.  Truthfully, I sort of wish that we went a few weeks later, so that we could watch the autumn leaves fall.  But no matter the season, nature continues to endlessly fascinate me.  Late summer hiking suited me just fine.

July 10, 2012

Sierra Nevada Treasury

This Etsy Treasury is an eloquent homage to all of you who will be taking a mountain vacation (or two) this summer.  Whether it be a strenuous hike in the woods, a lingering dip in a lake, or merely lounging in a quaint cottage, the possibilities are endless when such surroundings are warmly embraced.  Best of all, in my humble opinion, is no cellphone or Internet connection--and hopefully, no crowds or extremes in weather. 

My Autumn Leaf on Vintage Book Page print was featured in this nature-inspired, rustic collection--thank you, ChatteJolie, for the honor.  I will undoubtedly come back to this Treasury when in need of clarity and inspiration.  Happy summer!

'Sierra Nevada' by ChatteJolie

An ode to my homeland....


A Woodland Organic ...
$25.00

Sierra Nevadas Digi...
$20.00

Lake Tahoe Basin Le...
$45.00

Sierra Nevada In Ca...
$810.99

Modern Rustic Wood ...
$80.71

Quiet Mineral King ...
$24.00

Autumn Leaf on Vint...
$12.00

Twig Bobby Pins Bel...
$20.50

Home Decor Tudor Ro...
$48.00

Antlers, tribal ins...
$25.00

3.5 x 3.5 Foot Viny...
$40.00

Vintage Wooden Tool...
$42.00

Black and Gold Earr...
$18.00

Golden Forest Candl...
$26.00

Pinecone earrings S...
$13.00

Yuletide Winter Pin...
$25.00

June 10, 2012

Week in Images: Vacation

This is where we were this past week: exploring old working and ghost towns, hiking before the summer crowds, and visiting a state park slated for closure in July.  The air was crisp and fresh; the rain, refreshing; and the bout of unseasonably cool, late-spring weather was absolute perfection.  We could have gotten lost in those folklore-ish woods (see 5th image), but all I could think about were the settlements that were once abundant in the area during the pre-and-post-Gold Rush times...in addition to the vast array of towering trees.  Felt so small, but also never felt so alive; cliche, but true.


When it's just you and nature (the rocky paths and steep elevation gain, alike) one becomes acutely aware of herself or himself in relation to the oftentimes unforgiving elements.  It's a multi-sensory experience, for each inhaled breath feels new; each tentative step holds a combined subtle richness of the aural, visual, and textual sort.  During this trip, I've truly learned to enjoy hiking.

Bodie, CA

Wheel near a mine tunnel, Sierra Nevada Mountains

Malakoff Diggins State Park
A detailed entry on a visit to the park, via a great blog, State Park Closures Trip: http://stateparkclosurestrip.blogspot.com/2011/07/malakoff-2.html

Snow in mine ruins, Sierra Nevada Mountains

Site of an old mining town (same area as previous image), Sierra Nevada Mountains

Fog and View, Sierra Nevada Mountains

Virginia City, NV

Virginia City, NV

June 08, 2012

In the Name of Relaxation



Hi everyone (okay, the five people who read my blog), it's been awhile, hasn't it?  I've up and left no Internet trail for roughly ten days.  And I tell you, it was well worth it.  Not that I abhor the Internet, it's just that it's an utterly freeing experience to not have to worry about emails, the shop, the cellphone, and deadlines for longer than a few days.  For a little while, the daily stresses of life are delayed.

All in the name of relaxation...


I used to feel intensely guilty about all the above, even about not having to worry.  But now I realize that vacations are not only for mental clarity--it is also healthy for the body to not have to readily anticipate stress.  Learning how to relax is truly an art form: much like listening to a late spring snow falling from the ancient trees onto a leaf-strewn path.  Will talk to you all soon; I'm still a bit vacation-lagged.

May 26, 2011

The Mountains

My husband and I decided to take a mini vacation, so we packed up our car and drove up to the mountains for a few days.  We arrived prior to the start of the summer season, so most roads were still partially snowed in and closed off--but that was where the beauty was...the stillness.  The silence seemed to stretch for miles, apart from the occasional tractor-trailer and car.  Imagine 50-something degree, sunny weather with scattered areas of snow and few people on the road besides yourself! 

At night, it rained consistently, and the air smelled so fresh and clean.  The darkness filled up the expanse of space as far as the eye could see.  The crisp, clear sound of snow falling from tree branches was magical...

Here are some daytime photographs from our mini trip: