I love lists. Today’s contains one personal item and one business item.
- Today we have 2 kittens coming from Tulare. An employee of Sequoia National Park will be delivering them on her way to work. One is all black; one is a tuxedo. They are already named, but perhaps we will choose other monikers. (Isn’t that a great word for “name”?) We cannot stand the state of catlessness for another day. If the Tulare person can catch the other 2 litter mates, we’ll take them also. If the place where Perkins and Samson came from produces more kittens, we’ll take them too.
- My other blog, The Cabins of Wilsonia, was in a coma for several years. I let it lie there, wounded and neglected. Who wants to make the sorts of phone calls it takes to figure out such things? Not this Central California artist, nosirreeBob. Then, I got some weird emails about the site, the type of emails that are “phishing” for information, so I finally made the call. Now the website has
awakened, awoken, woken up and I wrote a new post. I’ll start posting there again, but this time just once a week, the way the Internet Smart People suggest. I might even try to promote it on Instagram and Pinterest. . . nah. Prolly not. To celebrate the return of The Cabins of Wilsonia, let’s have a Wilsonia cabin drawing!

What am I talking about? The Cabins of Wilsonia is a book I published in 2014. It took 4 years and ton of learning. They are still available on Amazon, here on my site, and tomorrow at Anne Lang’s Emporium from 10 a.m – 4 pm. I’ll be there for First Saturday Three Rivers. My friend Sam the Gourdist will be the featured artist, at the Three Rivers Arts Center! Go, Sammy-Sue!!







Not much to it, but it became messy, so we went back to the road and followed it into a flock of red-wing blackbirds. Raucous critters.

The mallards and snowy egrets are quieter.
We encountered another bridge across Horse Creek and headed back. The flower is mustard.
Minus the cockleburs. . .









Never mind. I can’t do this any more. Bye-bye, little buddy.


He’s very busy, as you can see. And don’t you wonder if all retired guys wear shorts year around??
Nice view from Lookout, the first glimpse of Sawtooth. Mostly we were thrilled by clear air!

The home site was farther than we expected along a sort of road that was very overgrown. There wasn’t much to photograph except the cedar trees and the fireplace. Isn’t it weird how that photo looks black and white, or maybe sepia toned??
We toodled on up to Redwood Creek (the 2 redwoods sometimes known as “Aunt Tillie and Uncle Pete”) for a quick lunch; the face flies were annoying because it was in the high 60s and low 70s out. Weird on December 28.
Trail Guy suggested that we go on up the hill to the Mineral King where there are no face flies. There is also no snow.
Crystal Creek has ice but is still flowing.
Sawtooth looked nice on the way back down the hill. It isn’t that nice – it simply appears to be nice. Wait, I mean it has a nice appearance. (I have a not-nice history with that peak. . . )
The upper half of the Mineral King road has potholes. The lower part has potholes, more potholes, crumbling edges and overgrown borders. The public’s frustration is expressed on the sign – look closely, and you will see so much frustration that the writer used a double negative, which contradicts his intent.



