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My original thought was to try and find Webber Lake, a place were my father had camped as a boy and where he had taken his family to camp years later as a grown man. I knew Webber Lake had been purchased by a private party and you couldn’t get in there anymore but recently I heard it was re-opening to the public. As it turns out, it won’t re-open to the public until next year. So, detour to Independence Lake a short dirt road drive just off of Hwy 89 outside of Truckee, CA. Read about it here ->http://www.nature.org/ourinitiatives/regions/northamerica/unitedstates/nevada/placesweprotect/independence-lake.xml
With our picnic lunch in hand daddy and I trekked up the small ridge that overlooked the lake. The smell of pine was in the air and the air was cold and it was threatening to rain. We had the entire lake to ourselves. We worked fast to get out our ham sandwiches and corn chips. We decided lunch was going to be a quick deal because the wind created a chill factor that made lingering pretty uncomfortable. We managed to last long enough to eat and swill down a beer. We took our time driving back out and the weather was warmer once we got away from the lake. Daddy was having a great time exploring and he kept saying, “I think I’ve been here before.” I reminded him that he had, many times and I said, “See, you haven’t forgotten everything.” He just smiled and picked up a big granite rock to take home. (Click once on image to enlarge for full view)
Curious two year old Sierra Dawn explores the deck and the wonderful view of the Bijou Basin in Peyton, Colorado.
My extended family owed several hundred acres in the Sierra Foothills dating back to the late 1800’s. They were farmers and grew many things on The Ranch over the years. My great grandfather, George Simpson, was a drinker and a gambler and unfortunately he gambled away much of the family homestead. Thank goodness for the women folk in the family because my great grandmother had the good sense to take over the family farm business and preserve a chunk for future generations. At some point over those years long ago, a pear and apple orchard was planted. Last Fall I shot a few pictures of these heirloom pears shortly after my brother picked them at a family gathering. While they were a gorgeous array of yellows and greens, I converted the shot to a black and white photo because I thought the fruit made for an interesting still life on the long, log table.