The idea was to hike somewhere during my most recent stay in Mineral King, but instead, I just hung out at the cabin with a few forays out to attempt to photograph a few wildflowers. I also ventured out to photograph a cabin to draw, but in case the cabin owner is one of my tens of readers, I won’t be sharing that info. It’s ‘posed to be a surprise. So, this post is another glimpse into cabin life.
We looked inside the Honeymoon Cabin, which is a mini museum for the Mineral King Preservation Society. It is tiny, but the phone-camera makes the room look spacious. I’m guessing it is about 10×12’.
I’ve been confused by the name of a flower: rein orchis? rein orchid? It depends on which wildflower book you are reading. I found this in a very old wildflower book.
We had to check on a friend’s cabin because he couldn’t get there and needed to learn about a potential propane leak. While Trail Guy poked around, I did too.
A great deal of knitting took place, which was good, because last week I learned that the sweater I’m making for a friend was too small, so three weeks of knitting hit the frog pond*. (If you are a knitter, you may be aware of the sad fact that swatches lie.)
Hey Reader Kathy W., this photo of Sawtooth is for you.
It took many attempts to get these photos because I can’t seem to figure out how to force my iPhone 14 to focus on what I choose. It has a mind of its own. Yes, I have tapped on the thing I want focused, but it just sits there obstinately blurry, waiting for me to press the shutter.
It was mostly uneventful—I vacuumed the cabin, swatted biting flies, did some sketching for the commission, scratched fly bites, visited with many cabin neighbors, sprayed more insect repellent just in case it might discourage the flies, split a little wood, scratched more, and finished reading two books: Mostly What God Does by Savannah Guthrie, and Communion: Finding my Way Back to Faith by J.D. Vance. Both of those deserve 5 stars.
And thus we conclude another report on cabin life in Mineral King.
*Rip it, rip it, rip it
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I just noticed in the iconic from-the-bridge photo that there is another tree that is encroaching on our view of Farewell Gap. I wonder if, late some evening, it might just topple over on its own? (Just kidding, NPS, just kidding!)
So, was there a propane leak or not? “Inquiring minds want to know!)
That tire swing looks like it’s up by the Stuart Cabin, yes?
I hate to frog a project, yuk! This is why I have given up on crocheting clothing items–they never fit. So I stick to flat, rectangular things, like afghans for children’s charities.
Whatever you did to make your iPhone behave, it worked. Those flower photos are beautiful!
1. Are you talking about the smaller redfirs on the left side, where there used to be an enormous redfir?
2. A small leak, very very small, was probably not causing the bad smell; we think it was the dead chipmunk in the bathroom. Propane smells like a dead animal when the tank is almost empty.
3. Nope, not Stuart
4. I stupidly trusted my swatch without reconfirming the garment’s measurements as I knitted.
5. I had to take about 12 photos to get a single one that was clear. I still don’t understand it.