Friday, February 6, 2009
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Arches National Park
Monday, August 4, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Cattle Guards
Suzanne and I find it fascinating at how many Cattle Guards we have passed in California, Nevada and Utah. There are cattle guards entering and exiting highways and we have crossed several on the highways. The interesting thing about it is that we haven’t seen that many cattle in those states. In fact I would dare to say we have seen more cattle guards than cattle.
Yeah, my count is that we have crossed 57. (Suzanne)
Yeah, my count is that we have crossed 57. (Suzanne)
Tuolomne Meadows!
The spring and the beautiful meadow! The spring is the red bubbly part in the front of the picture.
The guy in the cowboy hat is definitely the one who gave us the lemonade. The largest part of the spring where we dipped for water was where Wes is hanging.
The bridge with 100 splinters.
The water was crytal clear!
Flowers! Purple flowers!
Upon another one of Michael Barker’s brilliant Yosemite suggestions, we spent the first half of the next day in Tuolumne Meadows. The drive there was 45 minutes of unbelievable beauty with lakes, mountains and flowers!
Oh beautiful meadows! We “scrambled” up a dome in the middle of the valley and were surrounded on all sides with the HUGE meadow enclosed in trees and bordered by mountains. Some of the mountains still had snow!
We meandered through the meadows taking in the cool fresh air, the flowers and the limitless shades of green that made us feel so alive! There were several streams and a river that calmly wandered through the meadow with seemingly no destination. It was BEAUTIFUL! A spring on one side of the meadow releases naturally carbonated water. It was so cool to see it bubbling out of the ground! Although Dad and Aaron would have enjoyed the water naturally, fortunately for us another visitor brought lemonade powder which we added to the bottle we had filled. It was one of the best drinks we have ever had!
We took a picture on a bridge in the middle of the magnificent meadow and Wes got some splinters in the back of his leg. He had to find a tree, strip down to his boxers in the middle of the meadow and lie down in the tree’s shadow (Need I mention there are not many trees in a meadow?) while I tried to discreetly and quickly get the splinter out with the tweezers from his swiss army knife. I don’t think I will ever forget that moment.
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