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This past weekend was spent up at my Sister and Brother-in-Law’s cabin up by the Sierra Buttes. I was looking forward to seeing the fall colors and hiking in the solitude of the fall season. Autumn has come late to the Sierra’s this year. Even though there was snow a week ago, the foliage hasn’t quite got in the act of changing for the season quite yet. None-the-less, it was a beautiful time to be in the mountains.
My Sister Jenny, and I planned to hike from the cabin to Dead Man’s Lake which can only be accessed on foot. It’s about 4 miles and has some awesome views along the way. We didn’t see a soul but were watchful in hopes of seeing deer or a bear. Unfortunately, we didn’t see anything but squirrels and birds.
I love being in the woods with my Sister. She and I both have great appreciation and respect for nature. We never tire of witnessing the balance and perfection of nature and find ourselves reflective of our own lives and living through the natural process of life and death, growing and expanding. Nature has taught us what a beautiful thing it is to let go of the struggle and see what pops up through the crack of least resistance.
We have walked this path several times over the years but this time there were a few surprises to delight us. As we walked through Happy Valley (Jenny’s name for this portion of the trail), a large tree branch had fallen from one of the big trees and impaled itself into the ground perfectly straight to create a huge arch. Jenny had been there just 2 weeks before and it wasn’t there. I’ve never seen anything like that before. Talk about perfection. We were amazed how such a large limb was not only intact, but standing perfectly straight. I’m still scratching my head.
As we climbed up to the top of the ridge we found another surprise. Someone had taken the time to place some rocks between two little trees to make a labyrinth or a vortex if you will. We had just been talking about being in the Vortex and then here it is! I’m sending out a cosmic thank you to the creators of the Vortex. 

Lunch at Dead Man's Lake
We reached Dead Man’s Lake and found a large rock to sit and eat our lunch on. We forgot to pack the fruit so all we had to eat was cheese and salami. There are trout in the lake but they are pretty small and apparently hungry. We tossed in little cheese pieces and watched them dart out of the shadows to snatch up the crumbs. The lake is so clear you could not only see the fish but I was totally mesmerized with the light playing on the bottom of the lake as well. The sun was directly overhead and the ripples looked like shifting colorful tiles. Even the cheese ripples took on a life of its own. If we had been there just an hour earlier or later, the light would have been much different.

Cheese Ripples
It was a lovely setting but we needed to say goodbye to the lake and head back home. It was a delightful day indeed.

The Crooked Mile
The next day everyone needed to get home early so we were all packed up to leave right after breakfast. I wasn’t in a hurry to get down the hill so I drove up to Sand Pond and decided to walk the Crooked Mile (that’s what we have always called it). It’s a little interpretive trail that meanders through and around the marshes created by beaver when they were in residence. I continued my walk around Sand Pond to the spillway between lakes. No one was around. I then walked a short way to Sardine Lake and again was amazed how deserted it was. This is the most beautiful time of year and I got to enjoy it all to myself.

Sardine Lake

Knitting View at Sand Pond
I decided to find a bench and knit for a while in the sun and enjoy just “being” there and appreciating the beauty and silence. The majestic Sierra Buttes were perfectly framed from my vantage point and the breeze occasionally created little sparkling diamonds on the water. I was in no hurry to leave this place.
I drove through Sierra City and headed down to Downieville. I had this impulse to stop and walk around Downieville. I didn’t really have a reason except it was a beautiful day and I wanted to take some pictures. When I got out of the car, I was surrounded by a swarm of ladybugs. They were everywhere and crawling all over me. Once again I was alone with no other person was on the street except for some occasional bike riders. It was just me and thousands of ladybugs. I was utterly delighted. Ladybugs migrate every spring and fall along the path of the river. I’ve never experienced it before but I was so glad I listened to the impulse to stop and get out of my car.

Ladybugs
My intent for the weekend was to get some Sister-time and experience the Sierra’s during my most favorite time of the year. Indeed, I got what I had intended. I love that feeling of being aligned with my well-being. I love having the time to myself to focus and appreciate the life I am living. I love the fact that I can be alone but not feel lonely. Appreciation and freedom are my favorite words these days. I practice the feeling place of those two words daily and often. It truly is a wonderful world we live in. I’m learning all right – I’m learning to tap into my own unique vortex of creation. It’s not about anything else but reaching out and “feeling” good. More to come…..