Blowing its top?
"I tend to ignore him when he loses it."
Death and reflections, above and below the surface; a form of survival with attractive dignity.
I love coincidences, Jenni not so much. Over the years on the trails, we have had many. Just the other day, we were on the way down from a peak when we heard a dog bark. When it came into view, followed by it's owner some 50 yards behind, it struck us there was something familiar about the scene. The dog charged toward us at which time I deftly positioned myself behind Jen so I would have protection in case of an attack. Fortunately for Jenni, the dog was friendly. For me it was a relief because it's very distressing to watch Jen struggle with wild dogs. Nevertheless, I get over it reasonably quickly.
Anyway, back to the scene. I mentioned to Jen that I thought the woman looked familiar and that I was sure we'd seen the dog before. She agreed and we racked our brains. By that time, the woman shouted out the name of the dog. It was 'Jazz'. Aha! Five days before, on another mountain we met Jazz and its mistress who told us of her exuberant 10-month old dog. Sure enough, we met again. On the previous occasion, we were staying in Carson City. This time our base was Reno. We liked the woman who expressed herself forthrightly on a few issues while shaking our hands...this abandoned custom still applies in some remote places.
Taking a peek at a marvelous lake (Tahoe) with an inspiring background, one to climb.
Always steep inclines in this region, taking a break at Marlette Lake. The size of the alpine lake was overwhelming. The lake is at an altitude just under 8,000 feet
At ground level, a vacation destination at the beach. It appears to be frequented extensively.
Jen uses the natural resources to provide tunnel vision.
Dealing with a slippery slope as we went higher than lake level to find a better position. The best views were surprisingly, at lake level.
Jenni in the distance as we seek a path to better views.
On the way down, Lake Tahoe sparkles.
Some shots from Church's Pond hike, an even steeper hike than the one above which is on the eastern side of Tahoe but not in view.
This is a more than 2,000 feet climb which became even greater when we had trouble at an incorrectly marked junction. (Most times when we get lost it's obviously Jenni's fault—you know that. However, on this occasion, surprisingly, it wasn't.) All worth it though. The advantage of these steep hikes is that the temperature changes for the better as one ascends. It makes a big difference in respect of effort and comfort and the quantity of deodorant required during summer.
Enjoying the views of the large lake, Washoe as we begin to ascend.
A testing climb in very warm weather, rated 'hard'.
A small pond but a welcome destination for brunch, after a satisfying climb.
Genoa, the oldest town in Nevada, quaint and well positioned, an old western type 'downtown' and attractive suburban living. The Mormons settled in this area when it was still part of Utah territory.
In the early morning, the the contrast of the brightness of the grass and the shadows provide an upbeat start along a narrow trail in the beginning stages. (Jenni in the shadow ahead.)
On the way to the waterfall, the view of the town's layout is attractive.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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