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Every summer for the past handful of years, I have had the privilege of joining a friend from childhood at her Hume Lake cabin. She brings 2 other friends with her, and now they are part of the fun that I look forward to each summer. This is a different part of the Sierra than our other home in Mineral King, and it is more than just a geographical difference: the cultural differences are stark. This is not a good/bad situation; it is simply a different situation.
We walk around the lake (3 miles on a well-used trail), rent a water something (rowboat, stand-up paddle board, kayak, canoe), walk among the fancy mountain houses (I can’t really think of these beautiful homes as “cabins”, part of the stark contrast to Mineral King), hear excellent speakers (a Christian camp with good chapel services), reunite with my friend’s cousins (now my friends too), eat too much, laugh until I fall down, talk late into the night, and sleep too little.
The journey this year had this dismal landscape for part of the trip.
The lake and all of Hume escaped last year’s conflagration.
On Saturday evenings after the campers have left, some of the staff race to the end of the dock and fling themselves into the lake.
It looks different at different times of day, always picturesque.
The dam which creates the lake is highly unusual. It was built in 1908, and the lake was created for transporting logs.
My favorite part of the trail is below the dam where it is green green green.
Or wait—is my favorite part of the trail where the wild iris bloom?
Or maybe it is at the beginning of the trail.
I like the view from the bridge that crosses Ten Mile Creek.
We like to walk to the top of the hill, and were blown away by the potential lumber. These folks believe in mechanical thinning, in managing their forest. Could this be why they have escaped the wildfires through the years?
The view from Inspiration Point was somewhat obstructed by clouds this year. 
And finally, this year our visit coincided with the elusive and magical red mariposa lily! (My friends may have been concerned for my mental balance when I insisted that we look for it, amazed that I spotted it, and puzzled by my enthusiasm, but one of them took this photo for me.)
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