Dark beautiful cliffs, fantastic clouds, and occasional rain showers were our constant companions.
I’m starting to look again at photos I took on a trip to Bishop last month in which I had a little “camera settings mishap.” Let’s just say I won’t be printing these very large. Not large at all.
Yes, basically boring. But somehow I kinda like it. In a retro sort of way. I don’t know why.
The title is a cryptic reference to what one finds when examines things a little closer and a little deeper than what is offered by a patriotic veneer. That analysis will have to await the next trip down to Fresno, when I have chance to take a slightly closer up shot.
Soon after arriving at the vacation house, we were settled in and ready to go explore and figure out where we were. We headed out on foot, going south along the gravel road until it came to a gate and paved road. Just beyond a stand of pines to the east, a house stood, with debris and equipment, including a backhoe, strewn around. We passed through the gate and took a right, walking up a gentle slope away from the house. A couple hundred feet in, we came to gravesite. We huddled to confer. We decided to turn around; we were getting hungry, anyway. The girls led the way back. Mt Shasta stood guard in the distance.
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