It was one of those Graeagle afternoons where everywhere I looked, I thought I was in a theater set. The sunlight against the dark, foreboding skies set off the trees and mountainside like a purposefully lit scene. There was a quality to the light that caught my breath each time the clouds opened to let out a new slice of brilliance.
It is the enduring surprise of the Lost Sierra that every season, every day really, offers an opportunity and invitation to shift one’s perspective from the routine of daily life to the limitless possibility the natural world evokes. It’s like living with one foot firmly on the ground and the other in the air, always ready to step into the unknown.
People from outside the area often ask, what on earth do you DO up there in the mountains? I used to actually try to answer the question, but now I see it as similar to the axiom, “If you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it.” If you have to ask, What do you do? you probably won’t understand the answer. Perhaps this blog is my ongoing attempt to answer that question.