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The Alabama Hills

For many years, many people talked affectionately about the the Alabama Hills, a range of hills and rock formations near the eastern slope of the Sierra Nevada mountains that is managed by the U.S. Bureau of Land Management.

Last week we set-up shop and found a fantastic boondocking spot.  As is often the case, we didn’t get enough time to explore, but did get out when we could.

Visually, this area is amazing, huge boulders and and spires contrasting with the sharp ridges of the Sierra Nevada.  Nothing I can say will fully do justice – one simply needs to visit and take the beauty with their own eyes.DSCF4109DSCF4115DSCF4108DSCF4118DSCF4127

One Last Hurrah

IMG_2407Nevermind all the dirt she brings home or the 24 hours of sand in her poop, Lilly loves the ocean.  For nearly two months, our daily walk passes by steps descending  to the beach.  Lilly know that once her paws reach the sand, only 50 yards separate her from the Pacific – the place she can chase sticks and dig.  A mad dash to pure joy.

Every time we approach those steps, Lilly looks back at Kelly and me with hope that we will grant her wish – a chance to frolic on the beach.  Far too often for her preference, and with no shortage of guilt on our part, we walk past the steps,  continuing along an asphalt path.

As I begun preparing the trailer for travel mode earlier today, I could not help but find it disappointing on my part to deny Lilly one final visit to the beach.  Today we are leaving the coast and I have no idea when we will be back, no real guess when Lilly will again taste the salt water.  I do not know when I will have another opportunity to watch the sunset glitter over the water as she and I play fetch.  Realistically it could a year, perhaps longer.

Of course I had to take her.  It’s possible I had more fun that she did today.

 

American Airlines #6038

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Yesterday I flew from San Francisco to Los Angeles on business.  About 50 minutes in duration, the trip is quick.  Like many early morning flights, this route seem to be full of business travelers who, like myself, sit quietly tapping away on laptops before arriving to our final destination. 

Often the views along this route are limited due to fog other marine layer cloud-cover reasons.  However yesterday the clouds gave way and played nicely.  Floating silently high above the horizon, the clouds gave way to expansive lines of sight.  

I’ve flown this route many times and views like this are a rarity.  Those of us who took a moment to look out the window, away from our laptop screens were rewarded.
On a whim, I decided to snap a picture.  And then I did it again, and again, and again thereafter.

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Site 25

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The plan today was supposed to involve a quick drive from one campground to another, the latter being William Kent, a national forest campground located in popular Tahoe city.

On paper the plan seems sound – drive the scenic 20 miles or so over a beautiful pass before descending into Tahoe City, whereupon we’d set-up shop in a location offering easy (ie- walkable) access to the town.

That was the plan anyway.

In reality what we arrived to was a cramped campground, packed with people, trailers, and no shortage of twisty roads complemented with perfectly (ill)situated trees and boulders which will test even the most experiences drivers.  It would have been fun if I had been playing a video game, not hauling around my home.

In a nutshell, it was a shit-show.

Foolishly ignoring the inner voice advising us otherwise, Kelly and I went about our typical routine – she helping me navigate blind spots using combination of hand signals and vocal commands.  Despite our best efforts, and slightly bent steps, site 25  defeated us today. 

Our first complete parking failure.

With my head hung low, I slowly began the process of navigating the truck and rig back to the park entrance while Kelly sheepishly walked back to negotiate a refund.  And with that we left.

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But alas … there is a good ending to this otherwise harrowing story.  

When life offers lemons, why not make lemonade?  And that is exactly what we did by hauling ass directly back to Martis Creek campground in Truckee. 

Now, comfortably situated in a huge site and not dealing with a mob of people or horrific Tahoe City traffic, we find ourselves sipping a cool, sweet, summertime drink.

So F-off site 25 … you may have won the battle, but Kelly and I won the war.