"climb the mountains and get their good tidings..."

"...Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn." john muir obviously must've roamed these sierra nevadas in the fall.





addie and i went for the most delightful little country drive through the mountains near our town yesterday. take sly park road up to mormon emigrant trail and then left on highway 88, past kirkwood and on up to hope valley.

it's no wonder they named it HOPE valley: when you arrive your heart thoroughly and inevitably soars at the splendour.

and you wonder whatever you might have ever had to complain about.


there's even an adorable little cafe nestled amont the river birches where the lovely ladies who work there greet you all friendly-like and you can order a slice of homemade pie that tastes like heaven:

we even took the time to wander into the sweet mountain village of markleeville, all decked out with pumpkins at dusk and we still beat the storm!



sometimes a little jaunt like this is all one needs to remember what bliss feels like.

happy fall adventures, everyone!

Comments

polly compost said…
this is wonderful wonderful. now i need to go up. that picture of you in the meadow is so perfect......
you should write a cute little book about happy nature musings, and be some sort of modern sexy robbie frost.
October 13, 2009 at 9:03 PM
boots said…
Oh my! what a dreamy mossy wonderland , you two are too cute!
October 14, 2009 at 5:59 AM
A "cheery" disposition said…
those moss trees are too good to be real!
October 14, 2009 at 7:06 AM
Glory Watts said…
What a fun thing to do with your sister. Exploring nature right in your backyard pretty much. Those pictures are beautiful. Makes me miss California. Texas doesn't look anything like that in the fall..or ever.
October 15, 2009 at 6:18 AM
Unknown said…
one of my most fave posts! several things delight me:
the john muir quote (which you will see i just 'stole' and put onto my FB status!)
the outfits you are both wearing
the wonderful photos of those amazing trees
and on...and on...
:)
October 20, 2009 at 10:54 AM
katrina and the king said…
look at that red tomato pumpkin! look at that hilly countryside! :)
October 20, 2009 at 11:13 AM
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