Hope Valley

I keep forgetting that magnificent terrain lies within spitball’s distance of home. It took Anna and me only three hours to get to Sorensen’s in Hope Valley. I haven’t been here since Molly was six weeks old. We’re staying in Rock Creek cabin. Why is it called “Rock Creek Cabin?” Molly might ask. Well, because it’s perched at the side of Rock Creek and it’s a cabin. “Yeah, but what other reason?”

I packed way too much food. We wafted in here, a pair of sylphlike apparitions. We will leave here rolling, heavily.

I continue to be boring and lifeless so I don’t even know why I’m attempting to write here. Here are some photos. You’ll see a couple of the French braids I did on Anna’s bean, at her request. I don’t know how unusual it is for there to be snow at 7,000 feet in the Sierra in May, but we had a nice dusting on the day of our arrival. You’ll see proof in some of the photos, most of which are from a short hike Anna and I took along the Indian Head trail just behind Sorensen’s. You’ll also see a photo of Lake Tahoe and Fallen Leaf Lake, both of which we visited yesterday.The only wildlife we saw only were some black-headed birds that I think were junkos and a yellow-bellied marmot. I’d like to ask: How do you pronounce “marmot”? Anna and I are in strong disagreement, and nothing has shaken my absolute confidence that I’m right.

While I was looking up the pronunciation just now, I came upon this marmot picture on Wikipedia.

For those of you who want to know the answer to the marmot question, here it is, in layperson’s terms: mahr-muh t. I won’t say if it was Anna or I who was correct, because I’m not the type of person who likes to gloat.

Anna is a silly little thing. A significant percentage of her clothes have stars or stripes on them. She is quite adorable. She takes good care of me. Like, I have a meditation CD for people who are depressed. “Shall we do our meditation now?” “Would you like to knit now?” “Are you hungry?”