On July 4, Trail Guy and I hiked to Timber Gap. The flowers were early, but abundant, and the gap still had snow. We met a couple of hardy backpackers who planned a long trip in a short number of days. Then we took the old wagon road out of Timber Gap, and traversed the slope back down to the trail.
Mineral King valley view from the trail.
This little nondescript stream was flowing quite strong beneath Empire.
Red, white, and blue.
The Phlox were thick, along with Blue Lips.
Snow in Timber Gap.
Trail Guy was explaining things of Mineral King to two hardy backpackers.
The old wagon road was built by the miners and used to get to the mines on Empire. We use it to create a sort of mini-loop on an otherwise up-and-back trail.
This view from the old wagon road is one of the reasons to take this hike.
Trail Guy likes the word “traverse” and picks good routes for me to follow.
While traversing down to the trail, I watched the ground carefully. It was not a hardship view.
That snow-packed area in the distance is White Chief.
100 page paperback, flowers in photos, common names only, lots of chatty commentary, $20 including tax. Available here Also available at the Three Rivers Historical Museum, Silver City Store, from me if I put them in my car, or Amazon.
Mineral King Wildflowers is the name of the book I published in March of this year. In it, I said that most of the wildflowers in Mineral King hit their peak in July. This year it might be even truer, because the June flowers are still blooming in July. But perhaps the July flowers will not happen until August. More will be revealed in the fullness of time. Here is what was in bloom last week.
Lots of dandelions.
Unknown yellows.
More unknown yellows.
Sierra Star Tulip (overexposed photo doesn’t show the detail – might I suggest that you buy a copy of my book?)
Cow Parsnip.
Phlox, up on the Timber Gap trail.
Tomorrow is Independence Day. I will be silent on the blog, but will return for July 5, more Mineral King wildflowers.
100 page paperback, flowers in photos, common names only, lots of chatty commentary, $20 including tax. Available here Also available at the Three Rivers Historical Museum, Silver City Store, from me if I put them in my car, or Amazon.
Mineral King Wildflowers: Common Names arrived yesterday!
The cover photo is by Jessica Barr. All the interior photos are by me and Trail Guy.
A sample page from the blue and purple chapter
Every chapter has a few flowers at the end without names.
The price is $19.78, which includes sales tax. The odd number is because 1978 is the year that Mineral King became part of Sequoia National Park. If you order from my website, I’ll pay the shipping. If you order from Amazon, they will charge an additional $3.99.
This is the title of my next book. “My next book” – What? do you think you are an author? Well, I make books, so maybe I am an author. My books are picture books, so maybe I am an artist who makes books. “Maybe”?
Sigh. It is hard to talk about oneself and sound informative and not self-absorbed.
Wait. I’m not talking about me; I’m talking about my next book.
Fine. Then get on with it, will you?
The design is solidified, finished, stick a fork in it and call it done.
The main blocks of words are the Preface and the Conclusion; both have been sent away for editing.
The cover’s first draft, has been sent to my designer nephew to make sure I haven’t made any gross errors. He said, “The layout is pleasing. It reminds me of some of my old calligraphy and lettering book covers.” I believe it was his polite way of letting me know my sense of style is out of date. I doubt that my customers will notice. They are all older than he is.
Next tasks: buy a bar code, write the back “blurb” (when did “blurb” become a word? AND I continue to puzzle over this most difficult task), rework the parts that have been changed during the editing, refine the cover design (oh boy, this involves downloading a template to use with Photoshop Elements on my old laptop, can’t wait), and finally, send it to the printer for one proof copy.
In my normally slow month of December, I finally had the chance to work on my upcoming book Mineral King Wildflowers: Common Names.
It seems to be cooking along just fine, and then something goes wackadoodle with InDesign or the template ceases to do its templatish magic or it takes hours and hours to resize all the photos to the same effective PPI (you’d really rather not know) or some of the photos get corrupted and I have to keep moving the flashdrive back and forth between the 2 laptops or I realize the title page simply says “MK Wildflowers” instead of Mineral King Wildflowers . . .
You get the idea.
One morning I worked about 10 minutes on it and suddenly it was lunchtime. Then I put in about another 1/2 hour and it was dark out. Then another 10 minutes and it was 9 p.m. So, you see this is an engrossing and enjoyable project.
The worst part will be writing the blurb on the back. Have you ever tried writing about yourself? Don’t, if you are able to avoid it.
The plan is to have it in hand in April so I can do a book signing in the Mineral King Room at the Three Rivers Historical Museum before the Redbud Festival when people are in a wildflower state of mind. (Have you ever been in a wildflower state of mind? It might just be an idiosyncratic trait of this Central California artist.)
Sometimes I have to be down the hill, feeding Samson, watering the yard, blogging, drawing, taking care of business, fulfilling promises. Meanwhile, Trail Guy the Retiree is in Mineral King, hiking and taking photos for me to put on my blog.
His favorite place to go is White Chief. Mine too, unless it is the junction of the Franklin/Farewell Gap trails, or Farewell Gap itself. The lakes might could be, but we don’t go there much so I can’t remember. (I might could go there, but I’ll prolly be down the hill at the liberry instead.)
And sometimes Trail Guy comes home, especially if the Giants are on teevee.
Not the Giants; Samson wants to know why the Giants’ games are blocked out in our zip code.
Today concludes the Week of Wildflowers in Mineral King. Sure, there are many I haven’t photographed, different ones along the road, ones that appeared earlier in the summer, ones that will appear later. This week has been about flowers that I saw and photographed in the last two weeks. And for the final post of Mineral King wildflowers, today’s photos are about everything, all together, everywhere, Yea God! (boo devil)
Blue includes purplish blue, and perhaps bluish purple. Some of these you may have seen previously on the blog, because blue flowers are my favorite.
My favorite penstemon – this only appears as “Foothill Penstemon” in my four books, but that can’t be true at 7000-9000′.
Blue Lips
Fivespot, still in bloom if you climb toward Timber Gap (last week, anyway!)
Nightshade – don’t know the particular variety
More penstemon, because I have it.
Okay, all the Ls line up here:
Languid Ladies, AKA Sierra Bluebells
Larkspur
Lupine
May I remind you again how much I adore this penstemon?
A variety of Bro-dee-uh (spelled brodiaea or some such reckless combo of vowels)
These are butterflies, not flowers. Why aren’t they called “flutterbys”?
These aren’t in Mineral King but are along the road at about 5000 feet (near the Wolverton gate/helipad). I include them here in case someone knows what these are. They do not exist in any of my books (or my neighbors’ books either.)
Reddish is a more accurate term for today’s Mineral King wildflowers. I am including orange and pinkish flowers too. Someone pointed out to me once that red is very uncommon in nature. It is used for accents rather than in large amounts.
Here are some oranges:
Much brighter orange in person than this anemic photo – I never noticed it before this year and have no idea what its name is.
Western Wallflower is a tricky one – sometimes it is orange, sometimes it is yellow.
This is a lichen, not a flower. The color was irresistible! (It might be a little smaller than a quarter, in case you were thinking of pouring some Cap’n Crunch into it.)
Now, reds.
Indian Paintbrush
Indian Paintbrush again
Penstemon, Goldenbeard penstemon, or California fuchsia? Beats me, it is striking. (You know you want to laugh at that. . .)
Crimson Columbine
More of the striking penstemon.
Pinks are sort of red, red plus white. They certainly don’t belong with white, blue, or yellow.
Elephant Head
Another penstemon, called “Pride of the Mountains”
Heather or Laurel? I’m going with Red Heather (ignore the phlox in the background – they already had their turn.)
I don’t know this delicate little pinkish thing that resembles manzanita but is very low to the ground.
Have I ever seen this before? It seems to be everywhere this year. I think it will turn into a berry.
Thistle
Shooting Star – often more purplish than pinkish, sometimes named “Jeffrey”
