when i left off, we were wandering around the tiny town of lone pine, on the eastern side of the stark sierra nevadas.
we found this tiny museum, a tribute to the village of darwin which has since become a ghost town.
knick knacks and oddities of the old desert days abound.
we also bought all five of the museum's leftover vintage 1980s tee shirts in green, red and yellow, ultra soft and thin, the best kind.
the kind woman at the museum directed us to a semi-ghost town a few miles out toward Death Valley.
haunted old Keeler...where buildings have fallen into ruins....
and desert hermits have built themselves fortresses of sandbags and crates and rusty metal chairs....
people make pilgrimages here to pay homage to loved ones and stories of those who tried to build an interrupted life here.
there are thousands of paper cranes in vibrant colors all along the perimeter of the memorial, as well as trinkets and pennies left for tribute and love.
back in the town of Independence where we had camped, i had the joy of seeing the house that pioneering desert spirit, feminist and defender of native peoples, Mary Austin lived in and described in The Land of Little Rain.
this is a land peopled with gritty, fierce spirits of fire and earth.
in the Eastern Sierra museum we encountered an exhibit dedicated to the women of the west:
for more pure feminine inspiration of the sturdy, pioneering kind.
this next beauty is my absolute favorite and i can't wait to learn more about her.
i have soooo many more photos and tales to tell of our ramblings through the eastern shadow of the grand mountains but for now i must head off for a photo shoot and lunch with hubby.
by the way, this little journey was for my sister's birthday to some of her favorite territory and the BIG southwest journey is still yet to come. sorry to overwhelm with all these details of my travelings but this old blog has become a scrapbook of sorts for me, a record of my learnings and yearnings.