Carson River Valley

On the way down from Prison Hill, the Girl and I paused to look over the Carson River Valley and the Silver Saddle Ranch. What a beautiful afternoon it was.
On the way down from Prison Hill, the Girl and I paused to look over the Carson River Valley and the Silver Saddle Ranch. What a beautiful afternoon it was.

The Girl and I drove down to Carson City this afternoon to retrieve our mail and pick up an SSD from Best Buy. I’m going to attempt an external drive install of Winder$ for my MacBook Pro. If that works, then I will no longer need a Winder$ box and can lighten my load substantially.

After our running, we drove over to the Silver Saddle Ranch. It’s a facility jointly managed by Carson City and Bureau of Land Management. It’s still a working ranch, as far as I know.

What I know for sure is that it’s a favorite place to hike. This time we took the trail up Dead Truck Canyon (more on that in another post with another image, I think) all the way up to the crest. I hunted for one geocache (a 4.5 star) but no joy. However, the second surrendered itself readily and I logged a find for the day.

The Girl hunted, but not too far away. On the way in I saw a posting that coyote activity was observed and it was recommended to keep pets on leash. The Girl is always on a virtual leash, but I noticed that she stayed fairly close the entire hike. She doesn’t read, but I think she caught the message anyway. I carried a sidearm just in case.

On the way back, the sun gave us a treat. The overlook of the Carson River Valley east from Carson City was absolutely stunning. I made several captures on the way down and thought I should share.

Rock Pile

On the trail near Deadman's Creek, the Girl and I came across this marker. I'm not sure what it means, but it was worth a capture.
On the trail near Deadman’s Creek, the Girl and I came across this marker. I’m not sure what it means, but it was worth a capture.

Last Sunday the Girl and I needed an outing. So, we simply climbed into the 4Runner and headed out. I thought about Washoe Lake State Park as we drove down old U.S. 395, electing to leave the superslab. When we turned south onto East Lake Road, I remembered Deadman’s Creek and the trail there.

That would do! So we parked the rig, readied ourselves, and started off.

The trail was in pretty good shape on the south facing portions. There was some mud, but not a lot. Plus, it was still cold enough in the shade that the surface was frozen. The hike up the canyon was not bad. The sun was nice and warm. There were a few other hikers, but not many. There was sign of wild horses, but no animals.

As we rounded the upper end of the trail, I noticed a rock pile. Someone spent some effort collecting and stacking the stones. It was worth a capture, just for the texture if nothing more.

The north facing part of the trail was something of a mess. There was a combination of snow, ice, and mud. Still, we traversed the slope without falling (the Girl rarely falls). We even managed to find a couple of geocaches along the way, which added to the fun.

At the top of the hill, near the new gazebo, we paused for a few minutes to enjoy the sun, visit with a few other hikers, and make a capture. Well, I made the capture while the Girl looked for lizards. It’s too early for lizards, but that doesn’t stop her from looking!

Driftwood Texture

While walking Martha's Beach, I came across some driftwood with just the right light and texture.
While walking Martha’s Beach, I came across some driftwood with just the right light and texture.

While the Girl played along the beach, searching the driftwood for critters (see it, kill it — the terrier way), I wandered about enjoying the afternoon sunlight and making a few images. This bit of driftwood was just right to catch some of the afternoon light, bringing out its texture.

Chuckanut Road

Chuckanut Road at the Larrabee State Park entrance.
Chuckanut Road at the Larrabee State Park entrance.

After parking and dismounting near the entrance to Larrabee State Park, I noticed the play of light and shadow on the road. That made me pause, get out my iPhone (which seems to be my camera of choice for grab shots), and make a capture.

What a beautiful place, and wonderful hike, and I spent time with fine company. It was a good day.

Walker Valley, Washington

This view is not far from Big Lake, where I was staying in January. The sun came out one morning on my way into town and I had to stop for this capture. I'm not positive, but I believe this is called "Walker Valley."
This view is not far from Big Lake, where I was staying in January. The sun came out one morning on my way into town and I had to stop for this capture. I’m not positive, but I believe this is called “Walker Valley.”

One morning in late January, the Girl and I were headed for town to get some work done at Wood’s Coffee. The sun was out that morning and the light was beautiful. So we stopped at an overlook to make this capture and marvel at the color and vista.

Foggy Big Lake

One morning it was rainy and foggy on our daily hike to the Big Lake overlook. What a beautiful, moody scene.
One morning it was rainy and foggy on our daily hike to the Big Lake overlook. What a beautiful, moody scene.

On this morning, it was cold, foggy, and rainy. The dogs and I hiked up to the Big Lake overlook to this scene. We (or I) paused a few minutes to take it in and make a capture.

Open

The window view, from the inside of Woods Coffee, in Mount Vernon, Washington.
The window view, from the inside of Woods Coffee, in Mount Vernon, Washington.

My first time out to Woods Coffee, in Mount Washington, I noticed this view through the window. I loved the juxtaposition of the window frame, the incandescent lamps, and the “Open” neon sign.

Derelict

Derelict. Apparently, somebody had a bad day… or a bad night.
Derelict. Apparently, somebody had a bad day… or a bad night.

On our first hike up the hill to the Big Lake overlook, the Girl and I discovered this derelict vehicle on the trail. My guess is that someone had a really bad night. Or, they no longer wanted the vehicle and elected to abandon it on the trail… with the tags intact.

Do I understand this? Nope. I guess I don’t need to.