Beware visitors bearing gifts.
Brother Steve and Nephew Jason arrived with a carload of booze, deli sandwiches, and comfort devices tailored to people of a certain age like my (older) brother.
One does not see inflatable beds with integrated pumps and inflatable headboards that often, so, yay.
Chalk up another first, and many delightful visits to come.
At over 13,000 feet, Mount Lyell is the highest peak in Yosemite National Park and about 46 miles as the crow flies from our place. Earlier this month, a last cold spring storm brought new snow to the higher elevations.
Unlike the last few years, fingers crossed and knock on wood and all that, forest fires have not blanketed the sky with toxic smoke obscuring the view, so moving from spring into summer with my old buddy Mount Lyell has been a treat up here at the cabin on a hill.
Critters of note lately include the young buck and other deer who have decided I’m not a problem and just show up, unannounced, for coffee.
A couple of deeply weird trailcam images which don’t translate. One seems to show a infra-red illuminated night time fleeting blur coming down from above the POV of the camera and intersecting with something at ground level which lurches up with two bright points of light. My guess is an owl cam down on a rabbit and the two points of light were the rabbit eyes reflecting the IR from the camera.
Also, tons and tons of skittering skinks, my sakes alive. How the human autonomous reflex system does react to reptiles slithering through the verge, I declare. Takes some adjustment.
And then there’s this frog in a hole.
Cabin on a hill 