Sierra City 2011
Aug. 24th, 2011 01:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garoteI haven't been on the traditional Sierra City trip in years, so I was determined to go this summer. Erika and I found it to be very restful. Here, have a bunch of images! (Click on any of them for larger versions.)
These first four were taken during our hike up to the waterfall in Fiddle Creek, near Wild Plum Campground. I didn't bring my fancypants camera, so we used cellphones. Still no coverage for AT&T in Sierra City, by the way ... but a few bars for Verizon.
For one afternoon I hung out in the Sierra City graveyard, sipping icewater and listening to a "Bryant and May" audiobook mystery about a series of murders in a London opera house during World War II. Good vacation reading, full of wooly digressions about the social impact of the war and the workings of a classic opera production. It almost had an Edgar Allan Poe flavor to it at times, but with that progressive pace of long-form writing that Poe never got the hang of. The two detectives - Bryant and May - felt like they were modeled after Siskel and Ebert.
After a few hours I shut off the book and listened to In The Nursery, enjoying the synesthesia evoked between the airy piano and the warm sunlight on the stones.
In this mode, I stumbled across a variety of wild pea, and took a closer look ... but stopped short of snacking on them. They were, after all, growing in a freakin' GRAVEYARD.
Sierra City, IT'S FAAAAAN TASTIC!
Bonus photos: A guy painting the mountain range above Upper Sardine Lake, and Erika feeding a domesticated bird at the RV park. The bird's chances in the wild are probably about nil, but it was a foundling from an upset nest, so, whatchagonnado.
These first four were taken during our hike up to the waterfall in Fiddle Creek, near Wild Plum Campground. I didn't bring my fancypants camera, so we used cellphones. Still no coverage for AT&T in Sierra City, by the way ... but a few bars for Verizon.
For one afternoon I hung out in the Sierra City graveyard, sipping icewater and listening to a "Bryant and May" audiobook mystery about a series of murders in a London opera house during World War II. Good vacation reading, full of wooly digressions about the social impact of the war and the workings of a classic opera production. It almost had an Edgar Allan Poe flavor to it at times, but with that progressive pace of long-form writing that Poe never got the hang of. The two detectives - Bryant and May - felt like they were modeled after Siskel and Ebert.
After a few hours I shut off the book and listened to In The Nursery, enjoying the synesthesia evoked between the airy piano and the warm sunlight on the stones.
In this mode, I stumbled across a variety of wild pea, and took a closer look ... but stopped short of snacking on them. They were, after all, growing in a freakin' GRAVEYARD.
Sierra City, IT'S FAAAAAN TASTIC!
Bonus photos: A guy painting the mountain range above Upper Sardine Lake, and Erika feeding a domesticated bird at the RV park. The bird's chances in the wild are probably about nil, but it was a foundling from an upset nest, so, whatchagonnado.
