Have you seen the bathing woman?
Bathing Woman of Alabama Hills
Every morning the mysterious lady appears, a towel draped over one arm. She sits on the same rock to bathe her voluptuous body in the shadows. With head bowed she shampoos her long, dark tresses. Some say she lost her true love to the harsh, unforgiving desert which compels her every morning to wash the sand from her hair. All morning she lingers, oblivious to strangers who pass below, and at noonday she leaves as silently as she arrived.
We meet our new neighbors!
Nina and Paul of the Wheeling It blog ride their bikes up to our campsite. They’re camped with friends not far from us, barely within sight of us actually. Their dog, Paulie, is with them which thrills Spike to no end. Bridget? . . . ah, not so much. Anyway, it’s always a treat to meet fellow bloggers. We’ve been hopscotching down Highway 395 and were bound to connect at some point. I’m glad we did!
I play with my camera every day.
I conclude that there is no soft early morning or soft late afternoon light here. By the time the rays of light come over the Inyo Mountains to the east, the sun is high in the sky. And the sunbeams disappear pretty quickly behind the Sierra Nevada to the west. Not to make excuses or anything! I’ve looked for the soft lighting and haven’t found it yet.
So I say to the harsh light and dark shadows . . .
“Bring it on!”
The Alabama Hills
“Rocks, Rocks, and More Rocks”
Our fourteen days of primitive camping on this Bureau of Land Management land end on Monday.
rvsue
Canine Corner: “Just having a little fun” by Spike
Bridget sits in the canine condo like she owns the place. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me. What do I care about a dumb condo? I’ve got the whole desert to explore and I can lie down wherever I want. It’s kind of fun though to walk by and say stuff.
“You’d better quit it, Spike. I’m warning you!”
“Hey, Bridget. Nice condo. Must be custom made with that REALLY WIDE door.”
“How’d you get in there, Bridget? With a back hoe?”
“Oh Bridget? Bridget, honey. Your room service truck has arrived!”
She bugs out her eyes and lays her ears back flat. Heh-heh. I get to laughing so hard I have to hide under the BLT so rvsue doesn’t see me.
rvsue and her canine crew 