​Porcupine Hill sits atop Bishop Creek’s northern fork.  The area includes a grouping of six-(6) Forest Service leased cabins.  Access is via a narrow dirt road, more easily walked then driven.  The access road is not plowed, so you’ll need a large truck with a plow hitch to get to your cabin in winter, that is—if the creek don’t rise and the snow don’t build up too much.  Remote is the only way to describe this area.


These cabins go back to the early 1950s, and are as rustic as what can be seen in classic westerns; think of the cabin in “Shane."  These cabins are all well made, have “good bones,” and lot’s of charm.  One of my favorite spots to hike into and explore.  


The creek offers some great vistas and wonderful fall colors.   

​I’m pretty sure the dart board on this cabin represents a fairly recent acquisition.  Not too historic.

Solid “dovetailed” log joinery and hand-troweled chinking.  ​

Visitors, intruders (?), are under the watchful eye of a yellow mountain cat.  ​

Till we meet again.....

This is the first weekend at the cabin where we can enjoy the wonderful pre-fall weather.  The last many visits have been work, work on a vacation property-what?  As the Game of Thrones mantra went, "Winter is coming."  Indeed, winter in the Eastern Sierra is on the short horizon, and may sneak up on you before your expectations.   So, the cabin needed to be stripped of its oil-based stain and then re-stained with a water-based product.  Guess who did it, me, the proud cabin owner. 

Now back to this weekend, the stain looks marvelous and its time for me to play with my new Canon 100mm macro lens.  Been afoot with my lens and tripod this morning and this afternoon.   Slight correction, before I hooked it up to my tripod, I did take one handheld picture of one of the fresh Elberta peaches I picked up from an orchard, which, as you can see below, ended up in a pie I made.  

Now, we are hooked up to the tripod and what's below is some of my initial macro visions.   I suspect that I will really enjoy further bonding jaunts with this lens.  Hope you enjoy.

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University of Arizona Trio!
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A distillery in Menden, Nevada.

Somewhere in Carson City, Nevada, "I sit here for reflection.  I keep the wagon wheel that originally brought my family this far west--meaning that we intended to go further--but in those circumstances, one's at the mercy of the wagon's ability to keep forging on.  My forefather's wagon could not make it any further so here it rests and, ultimately so do I.  I don't regret, I have made more then simply "due," I made this my home as my predecessors did as well.  I am who I am because of that broken wagon wheel and I'll never let it go!"  

Genoa, Nevada--the oldest settlement in Nevada, originally settled by the Mormons.  A few from this lovely town.   

The herd depends on me.  I cannot miss any errant odor, the slight crack of a leaf's spine, a rustling--all could put the herd in peril.   We survived winter and have to keep going so I remain vigilant.

I have the exuberance of youth!  Survived winter and now relish in the migration to new lands, smell, and tastes for me.   I have a lot to learn, but take it in stride for now.