My need to get out into the wilderness and see some fall colors and rambling streams led me this last week up to the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains. I camped up in the Bishop Creek Recreation Area and loved every minute, well almost every minute. The biting wind and the freezing cold were a little difficult.
The aspen are turning golden yellow and orange, and still fluttering their leaves in the breeze.
My campsite right on Bishop Creek. Had a campfire first thing in the morning and believe me it was cold!
The morning sunrise was spectacular! I was the only one at my small campground that was up and about to see the sky change color.
This little creek is the love of my life. She calls to me and I answer.
In my exploring I found groves of golden aspen, barren mountains and blue sky.
There is a small lake at my campground where people flock to fish. At every lake I visited fishermen were gathered along the shore or out in their little wader boats fishing. Even in the strongest of bitter cold wind, there they were unwilling to leave their post.
One of the lakes I had never seen, North Lake in the Bishop Creek Recreation Area. Sublime beauty hidden away in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
I stood in the stream and balanced myself on several rocks in order to take this picture. That was a miracle in itself that I didn't fall in. As soon as I stepped back on the shore, I stepped in a squishy mud puddle and got my shoe all muddy and wet!
How stunning it is up here. I camped at 8000-feet, and drove up to Lake Sabrina at over 9000-feet. Such beauty. Such majesty. Such glory.
Clouds over the Sierra Nevada Mts. There was no snow, even though it looks that way, its just white mountains. There is such a variety of scenery here.
An early morning burst of light shining through a cloud at my campsite.
South Lake in the Sabrina Basin. It was very, very cold, and people were still out fishing.
Out looking for wood, I wandered through this aspen grove, admiring the trees, color and shapes. Golden leaves littered the ground, thousands and thousands of leaves. Every time the wind blew, more leaves fluttered to the ground.
Up near North Lake, the scenery is totally different. Barren, red dirt, a few pine trees and lots of sagebrush. Quiet. Peaceful. Wonderful. Thank you Lord for being here with me.
What a gorgeous way to wake up in the morning. The Eastern Sierra Mountains with a dusting of snow and a covering of clouds. So beautiful. God be with you and yours.