April 17, 2018

Tuttle Creek...Reluctant Homeward Bounders

"Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. 
You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey."
Tad Williams
Well we squeaked out a couple more days by convincing ourselves we need to dump our tanks after all these wonderful days of dry camping...a lame excuse (we have a full hook-up rv pad at our home). But we desired more magnificent views, more moments to embrace the stillness that accompanies being and we wanted to bathe in that lingering capacity to pull in the power of these mountains peaks. So we let this High Sierra range seduce us and we drove a few miles south to Tuttle Creek Campground.
Those of you that are part of our inner circle, know that our reluctance to head "home" is not because we live in an asphalt jungle studded with traffic jams, smog and mirages of natural landscapes. Our Central Coast Hidey Hole on the shores of the Pacific Ocean is our Camelot...beautiful, peaceful, protective and very nourishing...but it is no secret...the mountains are my narcotics.

off leash heaven

Owens Dry Lake Bed at dusk
Inyo Mountains
Sierra Nevada view site
Tuttle Creek
Tuttle Creek was the perfect farewell to our Getaway to the Gateway. Sydney and Kiah had plenty of game trails to follow and Imkelina had acres of high desert wilderness to create a new route to Whitney...she always tries. The campground features 
spacious sites, endless views south toward Owens Dry Lake Bed, the Inyo Mountains to the east and the Sierra Nevada pinnacles to the west. The soothing sounds of Tuttle Creek could easily hypnotize you as it meanders through the campground, while the dark heavens cast spells of infinite universes while showcasing millions of bright starlights.  
Although we had to "pause" this short getaway to return to family, we knew full well that the Hwy 395 Gateway will never stop beckoning us to return. This wondrous corridor knows we will never stop inhaling the fragrance, emotions and power of the mountains.

At Waypoint 36.5666, -118.1237

April 12, 2018

Getaway to the Gateway-Alabama Hills

"And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon the earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent,silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention."
Donald Miller

"Being" has always offered so many textures and colors of living for us to experience...and those experiences have become portals to even more diverse sagas. But the true test that continues to present itself to us is, will we allow ourselves to embrace those opportunities when they materialize? Stay fluid, embrace change and visualize out of the box has been our mantra for many years now...has to be...one of us is a Gemini.
driving on Movie Road through the Alabama Hills
After Fossil Falls, we still were in the mood to see our real world...so we honored our desire to view our Sierra Nevada pinnacles. So onward north we headed to our treasured Alabama Hills. 
Now, for those who feel life is but a grind or that might define carpe diem as hope for tomorrow or wonderment as indifference, we highly recommend that you best get your butt out here and recharge. The views, the energy and the raw power that surround you will illuminate your soul and remind you that there is much more to life than the mundane. You need to be here before you go there!
WeBeGon trying to stay camouflaged
We drove our WeBeGon miles on the many dirt roads zig zagging through the valley, a few with posted warning signs for only off road use, but we made sure not to bury our tires in the sand. We were relentless, yet patient, in our search for a campsite that provided some privacy and magical views. And we were rewarded for taking the time to search. Our two girls were also in heaven with lizard/rodent searches, fresh pee mail and endless boulders to scamper over or lounge around.
You start out with "those" mornings! There are very few landscape murals more breathtaking than the alpenglow reflecting off those majestic pinnacles. And then you have those wondrous Alabama Hills which truly are a sharp contrast to the imposing crags of the Eastern Sierras. Massive boulders scattered throughout the hills have been chiseled by wind and water over time creating natural archways, magical spires, sculpted ledges, rock formations of whimsical shapes and figures and so many color spots tucked in among the boulders. Surreal indeed!
There is fragility in all of us but the energy of our mother earth has the power to strengthen our life simply by us listening to the silence of nature and hearing the force of our inner voice.
As difficult as it was, it was time to leave. Maybe we could squeak out one more day...maybe. 

At Waypoint 36.5958, -118.1092