I will move away from the Sierra Nevada foothills next week, after two years of residence. I have not had the shiniest of experiences here, and I await with ample anticipation of moving right along. Then again, a few bright, beautiful lights have populated my view-scape over these years, and those are real tough to leave.
Toes tipped up toward blue sky fair.
A backcountry food paranoia, I think I’ve developed one.
Where the earth’s landforms rise up in extreme fashion toward the heavens, like the east side of the Teton Range or the Sierra Nevada, people shush up and gawk.
It’s all fun, games, and bluebird skies in these here Sierra Nevada mountains right now. Summer is almost here and our hearts are becoming high country lost for the season!
