I am back at the Mono Vista RV Park in Lee Vining, sitting
in the dappled sunshine, having just finished a Haagen Daz Coffee Almond Ice
Cream Bar (see why I love this place?
Grassy pitch and an ice cream bar) ready to be headed home.
Last year I never felt like I was ready to head home; I
suppose that is because I didn’t really have one. Part of my agenda last year was to find a winter
home. Now that I found one, I find
myself missing my piano, an effortless shower, a queen-size bed that feels like
a giant hug, eating on china and drinking from Waterford. OK, I have one Waterford glass on Beagle, but
you get the idea. I am homesick, I guess. But this has been a wonderful trip, a healthy
mixture of incorporating some new with the old and yesterday’s hike was no exception.
I had traveled down to Bishop to hike the Rock Creek area as
I have done on many occasions, most notably, and some of you will remember,
last year when I encountered Nick. Due
to my schedule I realized I would only have one full day for hiking and assumed
that I would just do the Nick hike again—its beauty is hard to beat and
what if? I mean, it was this time last
year, what if?
But as Saturday dawned I found myself more interested in
adventure, in discovering something new, and so set off for Lamarck Lakes in the
John Muir Wilderness. It should have
been a short but steep four mile hike but due to my rookie mistake parking,
I managed to make a little over six miles out of it. Ahh well.
Part of why I felt completely justified demolishing a Texas-style BBQ
tri-tip sandwich today.
The trail begins within a campground and, unlike most of my
hikes in this area, there were plenty of trees and a lovely flowing creek at
the beginning. I saw only one fellow
hiker and he was coming down (not even close to Nick.) This
looked like prime bear country to me: If you were a bear, wouldn’t you live on a
shady tree-covered hillside with giant boulders coming together just right to
provide a nice den? And if you got hungry
at night all you had to do was lumber down the path to the campground for a
midnight snack. More like bear heaven.
With no other hikers in site and myself not a loud hiker (I
don’t talk or sing to keep the bears away), I figured I had better put on my
bear bell. When I took it out of my
pack, Opus attempted to run away; he hates the bear bell as I usually strap it
on him when he is running free in the wild.
His action made me miss Rosco: Rosco
loved the bear bell, it meant he could run free. Unlike Opus, Rosco rarely left the trail: He would dash ahead and then stop until we caught
up then dash ahead again. Once he did dash
behind a boulder and bring out a baguette, but what else can you expect in the French
Alps? Ahh, he was a great dog and a wonderful camping dog.
Not having a great deal to think about I found myself
spending a lot of time thinking about Rosco.
A bit of time daydreaming about Nick and “what if” but mostly
remembering my Scrunch and the fun the four of us had all over the world. It is nice to be in a place where memories
are fun again.
The hike was ridiculously difficult but so very worth
it. When I got to Lamarck Lake (pictured
above), I was the only one there. It was
so quiet you could only hear the babbling water as it found its way to the
outlet and down the mountain. A quintessential
High Alpine Lake—given the lack of people I have to rank it my favorite in the
area.
Despite the cold (high 30's and at over 10,000'), I sat and sketched for a bit (suffering for my art as DS would say) but gathered myself up when I
heard voices approaching and started back down the mountain.
On the trail, I was back to thinking about Rosco when I came
around a corner and there in front of me was a Wire Fox Terrier. I thought I was dreaming I had spent so much
time thinking of Scrunch and there he was!
He looked exactly like Rosco.
Then, unbelievably (or believably in my life) around came a second woman
with three (three!!) Wire Fox Terriers. My
FA would say, “You are such a manifest-er!”
At that point I wished I had spent more time thinking about Nick.
Until next time, my friends!
Thanks for being on the road with me.
-K