Solid Stone is Just Sand and Water and a Million Years Gone By
Remember a few weeks ago when my friends and I went camping at Silver Lake for the meteor shower, and I was so excited about it I came home and waxed poetic?
This place is called the "Potholes" because the river diverts into these rounded out swimming hole/bowls while meandering through sheer cliffsides of jutting granite.
Perfect for me, since clambering around on rocks in barefeet is one of my favorite pasttimes.
can you spot me?
from sparkling silver lake to the woodsy forest to these swirling river pools and lonely alpine trees and crazy ancient rock, this place is magical.
perfect for some dramatic scenes, including a water scene with em in full costume:
what a sport!
here i am cleaning off my bloody stubbed toe.
i have to say, this water is the antidote to any ailment.
while the boys share a cigarillo and discuss....
and discuss some more....
em's hands turn alarmingly white due to her reynaud's syndrome.
kinda freaked me out, but she was quite cheerful about it.
camping clothes: i wore a trucker cap, uh....
that's a first for me.
and em sported this adorable polka dot romper.
drying off, the sun set over the mountains and we headed back to build a campfire and cook some food and sip some wine and play some trivia.
oh how i love my tribe and this neck of the woods.
added bonus: this was a trial run for Isis our home on wheels, as we prepare to launch on our Southwest road trip October 1.
She chugged along pretty solidly so Moab, Taos, Tucscon...look out, here we come.