Today I took a drive up to Sabrina Lake, hoping to find a hot cup of coffee. The road to the lake passed by this rushing stream; definitely a Kodak moment.
Everywhere I looked, wildflowers were blooming.
Scarlet Paintbrush and purple Lupin side by side, best of friends. Both come in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes; kind of like people.
Fragile beauty in the rugged wilderness.
Here she stands in bridesmaid pink, ready to walk down the aisle.
After my coffee, I decided to hike the Sabrina Basin Trail which takes you up into the mountains with views of the lake all along the trail.
The trail passes into the John Muir Wilderness.
This stream flowed over the trail, forming a waterfall which flowed down the mountain into the lake.
"Flowers are those little colorful beacons of the sun from which we get sunshine when dark, somber skies blanket our thoughts." Dodinsky
That would be me enjoying the beautiful day and the wonderful hike.
This photo of frozen Sabrina Lake was taken in May of this year, just a few months ago. The whole place was deserted except for one elderly couple. The ice was cracking and breaking up, like it was
Antarctica!
Same shot as the frozen lake above, just now it is summer. What a difference. The lake is filled with fishermen,
fisherwomen,
fisherchildren and even
fisherdogs.
View of the lake from the trail. If you look super close, you can see the fisherpeople standing on the ledge, fishing over the railing.
The road up to Bishop Creek is unbelievably beautiful. Whenever I catch a glimpse of these mountains, I have to stop and take a picture to remember the moment.
Sometimes I just need to get away and think, so for the last few days I have been camping up in Bishop Creek. Wildflowers are profusely blooming throughout the basin.
I camped right on this segment of the creek that was lined with Aspen, all fresh with green leaves. Whenever the wind whispered, each leaf shook independently, as if they were talking to me.
Wild roses are in bloom; this one is still fresh in the bud.
While sitting down at the creek thinking and reading my Bible,I looked up and saw the sun reflecting on this wild rose branch. 
The campfire not only warms my body but cheers my heart; a good place to sit and relax.
My faithful Subaru parked in my campsite. I sleep in the back and it is very comfortable; two foam pads, a sleeping bag and three down quilts might have something to do with it.
This huge Jeffrey Pine stood in the back of my campsite; just imagine all the things he has seen.
Sitting down at the creek, watching the water ripple and the sun dappled shadows appear and disappear.
Towards the back of the campground is a beautiful walk with a large green meadow, deer feeding in the evening, two fresh water springs, and endless trees, flowers and mountains.
The stunning view of the mountains right outside the campground; wild, wonderful wilderness.
