There is something very unique and special about cabin communities. The friendships go on for life and through generations. Instead of yammering on and on, have a look at a very special Mineral King friendship.
I’m not close friends with these guys, but they might be close friends with one another. At least they aren’t eating my geraniums in Three Rivers.
I knit, my friend helps me weave in the ends, and she models for me: a perfect blend of skill between Mineral King friends.
What, me work? Nah. The Retiree is in Mineral King, my book The Cabins of Wilsonia is at the printer, drawing lessons are suspended for July and August, and it is too stinking hot to be down the hill.
So, let’s look at some photos.
July is the month of babies and little critters in Mineral King.
Every year without fail, there are marmots born underneath our cabin. This is a little bit yucky, but I don’t know what to do about it. So, we just take photos. This year is a little different. There is a blind marmot, whom I have named RayCharles. You can tell it is him (her?) by the nose in the air.
Mountain Quail are not the state bird, which is California Quail. These Mountain Quail are usually very very shy. It is tricky, but if you look closely at this photo, you may be able to spot a baby.
Spotted fawns abound. Abounce, too. Bambis, Bambis, everywhere. Hey little guy, watch out for bears!
Austin isn’t really a baby at age 3, but he looks like one to me.
Braden isn’t really a baby either, but he and Austin are the youngest generation of cabin folks in Mineral King.
Hey RayCharles – watch out for bears!
Hey, California Artist, don’t you work?
Beats me. It seems as if I spend all my time working on the computer, writing 2 blogs, answering email, redesigning murals, designing book covers, designing pre-order postcards. Oh yes, and I spend way too much time on the phone with AT&T, Paypal, and Apple. You really would rather not hear about that.
You are right, California Artist. Why don’t you tell us something interesting?
How about if I show you some nice Mineral King photos?
Now that’s what I’m talking about!
Whorled Penstemmon in White Chief. “Whorled”, not “whirled” or “world”. Got it? Good!
Pride of the Mountains is another version of penstemmon.
Green? Purple? Gurple!
Last week we took a wildflower walk in Mineral King. This week we continue up the trail.
It was just a walk – no pack, no water, no food. It was hot out in the sun chasing down those wildflowers, so I was looking forward to stopping by the Ranger Station for a drink of water.
First, Trail Guy found a dead bird. Normally this would be no big deal, but this was a special bird, one that he had seen a few weeks ago. He told me about it because of the color, and he looked it up in a bird book because he has a good bird book and is curious that way. It is one of the things I really appreciate in him.
This is a dead lazuli bunting. I had never seen one or heard of it before. What a color! Sorry, Little Bunting. And Trail Guy, I’m sorry you have a boo-boo on your thumb.
HEY! Here is a live lazuli bunting! That is so fun – never seen one before, and then BOOM! A dead one and a live one all close together!
Trail Guy suggested a short cut, heading back across the stream on a log. I told him I was wanting a drink of water, and he said he thought that could be arranged.
It was a little unusual, a little over our heads, a little splashy, but Trail Guy is resourceful and knew what he knew. I said, “How many other women would put up with this?” He said, “That’s why I married you instead of those other women.” So, we got our splashy drinks and then ventured across the log.
I’m not much good at rock hopping due to a depth perception problem but I can do log crossings.
And this scene? I think it is exactly the place that I painted for my friend a few weeks ago! I actually recognized the exact aspen trees. (Hi, L!)
Happy Independence Day Eve!
Normally I post about Mineral King on Fridays, but this week I will be silent on Friday because you will be busy and so will I. So, you get to read about Mineral King on Thursday. Hope you are feeling flexible.
Trail Guy and I took a break from our labors around the cabin (Is knitting a labor??) for a walk. No packs, no water, no snacks – just a walk. He wanted to visit his favorite flower, which has popped into bloom a little early this year since spring came early to the mountains.
This is not his favorite flower – this is Crimson Columbine.
This is not his favorite flower either. I don’t remember seeing it before. I don’t know what it is.
This is not Trail Guy’s favorite flower either. The color is washed out here, but it is Wild Blue Flax. I took this photo because this was taken in June, and normally this flower doesn’t appear until August.
This Mariposa Lily might be Trail Guy’s second favorite flower. It is one of the few white flowers that I’ve bothered to learn, because usually I think white flowers are boring.
This is one of my favorite views, but it rarely photographs well and has never looked good enough to paint.
This is an almost invisible little bitty purplish blue flower that our friend Sue got all excited about. She called it an “Alpine something-or-other”. I’ve never seen it before and don’t think Sue had either.
LEOPARD LILY AKA TIGER LILY is Trail Guy’s favorite wild flower.
They smell very very fragrant. Trail Guy thinks if it could be bottled, the bottler would be a zillionaire.
Indian Paintbrush grows at most elevations. This is one of the best ones I’ve ever seen.
I love penstemmon, particularly this purply-blue version. I don’t know its real name.
This blog post got long. I’ll tell you about the rest of our walk next Friday.
These photos are all by Trail Guy. He was in Mineral King while I was down the hill painting. That’s because he is retired. Don’t feel sorry for me – I love what I do! And he keeps me current on Mineral King until I can get back up there.
This is in White Chief Canyon. The peak called White Chief is the flat top on the far right. Vandever, the right side of Farewell Gap, shows on the left (3rd bump from left). Bearskin, the patch of snow that is shaped somewhat like a bearskin rug is visible below Vandever and to the right.
Looking down from just above White Chief, there are a few small ponds and Timber Gap is in the distance.
Isn’t that green fabulous?? It is some mossy stuff, watered by snowmelt. In the foreground are skunk cabbage, which really are not skunk cabbage – they are Corn Lily, but resemble skunk cabbage that grows in the East.
There is still some snow in Farewell Gap. The peak on the left side of Farewell Gap is called “West Florence” or sometimes “Little Flo”. It is NOT Tulare Peak, as mistakenly noted on some maps. Tulare Peak is a different one, and don’t you forget it! (I keep forgetting which one it is, in spite of being told multiple times while painting it on my first big mural in Exeter.)
See? Snow, and water flowing down from Farewell Gap.
Can you spot the 2 marmots?
Mountain Quail are beautiful and very very shy. They show up at dusk when it is hard to photograph them, and they skitter off if they sense you are there.
A glorious time of year in a beautiful place – that’s spring in Three Rivers, and it brings me inspiration.
In Three Rivers, this is called “Karl’s Tree”. It is a group of 8 dogwoods, a variety called “Carolinus Florida”. It blooms around the first of April, give or take, based on the weather.
Did you know that locust trees come in pink? These are also in Karl’s yard. They are more purple in real life than in this photo.
Fiesta flower is common in my driveway in early April. Mid April too.
Here is a pink dogwood and a white one too, both in bloom at the same time.
But what is there to DO in Three Rivers? Oh, trespass along the flume, look at the flowers, see the views, you know, just boring stuff like that.
The poppies look yellow in this photo. Colors don’t always work out to be accurate in digital photography or on the computer. But, it is still beautiful!
Trail Guy went to Mineral King. I worked. He is retired. I am completing a book of drawings. It’s cool – we understand that this is a consequence of our vast age difference. (Calm down, I’m just exaggerating!)
I might be a good influence on him. On the other hand, I might not be.
The fact that he is enjoying photography is the good influence.
He requests the camera regularly.
A radio commercial says this: “Never wear a fanny pack. No really. Don’t ever wear a fanny pack.”
Dude gets weird sometimes. I take full responsibility. (Remember my knitting photos??)
He has always noticed beauty, but now he records it.
He is noticing good light more, actually seeking it out.
Recognize Sawtooth?
Do you pray? How about asking God to send rain and snow? We need it.
P.S. If you see Trail Guy today, wish him a Happy Birthday!
This is how Mineral King looked on Thanksgiving Day.
Not much water, not much snow, not much color
Not much snow, not much sun, not much color.
Ditto to the above comments. This is looking down from the junction of the Timber Gap/Monarch Lake trail.
Sawtooth, minus much snow, as seen from the Timber Gap trail.
Crystal Creek, not much water, no snow, not much color.
Heading back from Crystal Creek, not much happening visually.
Hey! Sunshine!
Please, God, send some rain and snow.
For more things than I can take the time to list (or you want to read), I am deeply thankful.
