Rachel Carson.
We've spent the better part of the last week staying in a very small and funky cabin at the Carson River Resort near Markleeville on the Eastern slope of the Sierras. We have been part of a group organized by our good friends, Nancy and Larry. The group all stayed at the Resort together. We shared meals, divided up cooking and shared some activities. Our friend Larry is the main force behind this week. He's been coming up to Markleeville for more than 60 years at the end of July. There has been beauty in the group's generous sharing, in the many conversations, in seeing the history some bring to this week. I wonder what brings meaning to any place, time or experience? Most of the group (but not us) spent mornings bicycling long routes in the area. Nancy, Bob and I explored beauty of the high Sierras hiking a bit on the Pacific Crest Trail. The many high Sierra wildflowers were at their peak. I wonder about the meaning of their beauty? I wonder about the beauty and power of the thunderstorms that cooled us off every afternoon? I wonder at the meaning of sharing what you love with others? I think whatever meaning is here in this stark wild and beautiful place, we bring with us and it informs what we see and experience.
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