From popular demand from the meta of the previous post. (Once again, click on the pix for enlargements, if you wish.)
Saturday night: ahh, this is the life. So glad God made yummy food!
(1 Timothy 4:1-5)
On Sunday I took Josiah to the Mt. Whitney fish hatchery, the prettiest I've ever been to:
This is a waterfall across the street from the Bishop Creek Lodge. My family stayed there when I was very small.
How small? My father would literally put me in his backpack and hike up to the top of the falls with me. I actually remember the experience, one of my very few childhood memories. We have a charcoal sketch of my dad and me sitting atop the waterfall, made by a family friend.
Then we went on Monday to Lake Sabrina, where the fall colors were beginning to blaze.
We left a good-sized brown trout unmolested. With some regrets. (On our part.)
We trekked on a trail around the lake, and saw more beautiful colors.
So many shades of green! What a beautiful creation.
Josiah touched the cold lake water, which makes me think of a verse in Proverbs, which makes me think of the Gospel.
But later that day, as we gazed across the Owens Valley towards the White Mountains, the sun had to set on our day as our trip drew to a close.
(Genesis 1:23 — okay, sorry, that one's a stretch!)
...as does this little excursion.
Thanks for encouraging me to share that with you.