Merry Christmas

I woke up early to the sound of rain. It’s Christmas Eve.

I started the coffee, plugged in my Christmas tree lights, lit my scented holiday candle and reminded myself of the reason for the season.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas.

Brenden and Logan… they make the holiday and every day special.

“Never Too Old For Santa”

Brenden and Logan helped me decorate our Christmas tree. As I was tucking them into bed that night Logan asked me, “Grandma… why don’t you have a star for the top of your tree?”

“I need to get one”

Logan: “Maybe Santa will bring you one.”

Me: “I think maybe I’m too old for Santa to bring me presents.”

Logan sat up, put my face between both his hands to look directly at me and said, “Grandma, you’re never too old for Santa.”

It was the sweetest thing I could have cried.

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Saturday we had our Joe Burch Family Christmas.

Logan was right… You’re never too old for Santa!

Today is Mom’s birthday. She is now proudly 93 years old. Cheers to you mom… Happy Birthday!

Big Brother

Brenden turned SEVEN yesterday. Saturday Dave and I took them to Columbia State Park. I couldn’t help but notice what a good Big Brother Brenden is. He made sure Logan could squeeze in front to watch the Candy Kitchen make candy canes… he showed him where to put his feet to be able to climb up into the covered wagon, encouraged him to climb up tall rocks then made sure to help him get down.

They are very loving to each other. Most of the time anyway!

Logan follows him everywhere.

Because you know… you gotta see what’s inside an outhouse!

Recess

Last Thursday I got to be Brenden’s homeschool teacher. Shawna had everything laid out with perfect instructions for reading, math, history, spelling, handwriting… the list seemed endless!

After about two hours of schoolwork I said it was time for recess… “Let’s go for a Nature Walk.”

Brenden led the way and we explored on their property. It had just finished raining and the fresh air and beautiful scenery were just what we needed!

When Logan got home he joined us.

I was so sad when Bryan’s family moved away earlier this year. But to see them in their new environment makes my heart so happy. Brenden and Logan have plenty of sticks to throw, rocks to scramble, trees to climb and lots and lots of space to run and explore and just be little boys. It is a very calming place to for me to visit and I’m looking forward to another play date with them tomorrow.

Sports Are Back!

I sure did miss going to the kids’ sports last year and I’m so happy it’s back.

This year I got to watch Brenden and Logan for the first time. Logan decided after the first few games that he didn’t want to play… so he didn’t! You can’t force a four-year old to play soccer!

Daddy had to be right there or Logan would run off the field!

Brenden had a great 1st season.

Nicole sent me Gio and Angelo’s schedules and I was able to go to a couple of their games too.

Gio scores!!

This was Angelo’s 1st year too. He was one of the youngest in his age group, but you’d never know it by how he played.

I also got to watch something new for me… Cross Country. Natalie, Gio and Angelo ran for their St. Anne’s school team.

All three did great! The meet was at Diablo Grande in Patterson, so I picked up mom on my way there.

Leslie sent me Jackson’s and Mia’s soccer schedules too. Mia’s season was just about as short as Logan’s. I guess you can’t force a five-year old to play soccer either! I made it to Jackson’s last game. That kid! He plays full out… he was so much fun to watch.

Between all the games combined I took over a thousand pictures. I’d have to say this was probably one of my favorites. At least it was the one that made me laugh the hardest! (Poor Jackson!)

So that’s a wrap for the 2021 Soccer and Cross Country Season. I can’t wait to see what schedules I get next… Gymnastics? Baseball? Softball? Dance? Motocross?

Rolling Around

Dutch Hollow Farms offered a lot for the boys to do and since we were there before the crowds they could run from one thing to the next without having to wait in any lines.

I thought this simple activity was great… that is until the boys convinced me to join them with their “Come in with us Grandma” coaxing.

I wonder at what point in my life falling and tumbling around in a huge pipe went from being fun to disaster?? Anyway, once it stopped rolling and I was able to crawl out I took a few pictures.

It was a fun, long over-due, play day with my boys.

Saved The Best For Last

On the way home I asked Dave, “Which day did you like the best?”

“I liked them all equally.”

While I loved each day’s adventure, I have to say I liked our last day the best. We packed a picnic and our fishing poles and drove up Rock Creek Road to Rock Creek Lake. If you take the group camping entrance there is easy access to a beautiful sandy beach. We plopped down our chairs, threw out a fishing line, sat back and soaked in the mountain scenery. I finished a book I was reading, took a walk with Kari around the lake and talked with our fishing neighbors.

We caught little dinker fish and were convinced that that’s all that were in this lake… until, that is, Dave caught a really big one. He was the envy of the beach (which he loved!). I admit I wasn’t too interested in fishing until Dave caught this big one. Then I baited my hook and stared at that sinker. When I saw it bobbing I got excited to reel in my first fish. However… just another dinker.

No worries… I’ll catch “The Big One” when we fish at Eagle Lake, our next trip.

Dinner for four!

So why was this my favorite day? Because it was so peaceful and relaxing. The perfect way to end our short trip to the Eastern Sierras.

I wasn’t ready to travel home. I love the Eastern Sierras, and in this crazy time we are living in a trip there was just the therapy session I needed.

On our way back home… but we’ll be back.

Whitney Portal Road

Whitney Portal Road is a short but spectacular drive that takes you about halfway up Mount Whitney. It’s the highest summit in the contiguous United States with an elevation of 4.421m (14,505ft) above the sea level.

This route is paved but narrow, steep and winding with dramatic switchbacks. The road ends at 2.557m (8,389ft) above the sea level at Whitney Portal. At Whitney Portal, there is a close view of Mount Whitney. The road to the summit was built in 1936 by Civilian Conservation Corps. Risk of rock slides on the way up. Weather and road conditions can change in an instant. It’s very steep, with some 14% gradients. The road has some narrow parts and blind corners. Like most eastern Sierra ascents this one starts out tame and ends up tough. The grade generally increases as you climb so that a five mile stretch in the 2nd half averages 9%. The hill lets up just before the finish at Whitney Portal and a parking/hiking area (trailhead to Mt.Whitney).

It’s a damned thing to behold. It twists and turns through an otherworldly landscape known as the Alabama Hills, a set of bizarrely constructed rock piles, before setting on a fairly straight shot for the foothills of Mount Whitney. The vistas change dramatically as you draw closer to the mountains, seeming more and more massive until suddenly they overwhelm you, and you’re a part of them, looking back down on the road, the hills, and the Owens Valley. In other words, there’s plenty of time to think about what you’re getting yourself into. It is a great and difficult climb out of the high desert up towards Mount Whitney, the highest mountain in the lower 48.

This is a picture from the internet. I DID NOT get out of the car to take a picture on the drive up!

I did not take any pictures on our drive up the Whitney Portal Road. I was too busy telling Dave how to drive!

Years ago we started to take this road. I looked up and saw how narrow and steep it was and I couldn’t do it. Dave begged me… tried to convince me we wouldn’t topple over the cliff. But I just couldn’t… so we didn’t. But this time I wanted to. Besides, there is a little cafe at the top and it was time for a burger and beer! (Dave skipped the beer… he had to drive back down that steep road!)

The start of the hike up to Mt. Whitney. You have to have a permit to go up.

This beautiful cascading waterfall was next to the cafe.

I’m glad we finally took this drive, and honestly it could have been worse. At least most of the way up it was a two lane road!

Alabama Hills

On Friday we headed out early, had breakfast at Tom’s Place (we never skip a visit to Tom’s Place), and then drove south to Lone Pine to check out the Alabama Hills. We drove the Whitney Portal Road once before for a short distance, but never ventured off on any of the many dirt side roads.

The Alabama Hills is BLM land (Bureau of Land Management), and did not have to close during the forestry closures (or anytime during the pandemic).

Mt. Whitney in the background.

The rounded contours of the Alabama Hills appear in stark contrast to the chiseled peaks of the Sierra Nevada and, although considered geographically a separate range of hills, they were formed at the same time and are geologically part of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Percolating water rounded the granite blocks and sculpted the many outstanding formations of the Alabama Hills.

There are stunning rock formations with numerous roads and trails winding through the area. Although only a few miles from town this 18,600-acre National Scenic Area can give one the feeling of being ‘way out there.’ Hidden coves and arches rocks with awesome views of Mt. Whitney and the Sierra Nevada can provide hours of contemplative solitude.

It’s vast. It’s safe. It’s inspirational. It’s a place where folks can enjoy a few hours, a day, or a weekend and each person can do just what makes them feel happiest. 

We had a map that took us to one area that had a marked walking trail. It would be so easy to get lost in here… dirt roads and trails going in every direction.

Miss Alabama sits close to the entrance of the Whitney Portal Road leading into the Alabama Hills.

Our scout!

Awesome would be the word I would use to describe this place. It was truly spectacular.

Crowley Lake Columns

The Crowley Lake Columns only appear when the water level is low.

These majestic stone columns are something straight out of this world. They are considered a true geological masterpiece, rising up to at least 20ft tall along the shoreline of Crowley Lake, California. These stone columns are connected by high arches as if they are part of an ancient Moorish temple. It is not that easy to get here, however, the Crowley Lake Stone Columns are definitely worth making that trek.

These geological wonder stone columns of Crowley Lake were buried and hidden for ages under the tons of pumice and ash. The pounding waves of Crowley Lake helped carve out the softer materials at the base of the cliffs, eventually revealing these unique columns. There are over 5,000 columns within a 2-3 miles radius. 

The stone columns at Crowley Lake are grouped together. They are also diverse in shape and size, but most of them have distinct encircled horizontal cracks about 1 ft apart. Many of them are still buried in the sand.

Let me confess… these are NOT my pictures. I borrowed them from the internet. But you can see why visiting these columns was on my list of things to see while in the Eastern Sierras. But alas it wasn’t to be.

The statement “it is not easy to get there” is an understatement. We finally got good directions from our RV Park hosts and we were on our way. There are no signs on these back dirt roads. “Make a left after the second hairpin turn.” … “stay to the left”… “narrow one-lane road”… “you will get to a very steep rutted hill”…

Everything we read said you HAVE TO HAVE 4-wheel drive. We do. However…

After several attempts to climb the steep area we had to give up. We kept spinning out and fishtailing. I’m a chicken at heart anyway, and I begged Dave to give up and he finally did. So, sadly, we never made it to the columns. We could have hiked, but we weren’t prepared for the 5 mile journey to do that.

So, for now anyway, I will just have to look at the internet pictures of the mysterious Crowley Lake Columns.

These pictures do not do the depth of the ruts or the steepness of the hill justice. It was way worse in person. Believe me!

Crowley Lake