Sunday, June 17, 2012

Alex At Donner Lake


Song:   Eagle's Path

Artists:   David Lanz and Paul Speer




After Alex's lessons for the day...
I had taken him up into the Sierra Nevada Mountains to Donner Lake
(it was less than 45 scenic minutes away).



Here Alex is enjoying the view of Donner Lake from beyond and above it.

What we actually had done was to take a scenic highway which runs directly  
to Donner Lake... and then on through the higher Donner Pass.

We then circled back and saw Donner Lake on the return trip.



We are just below the actual summit here at approximately 7,000 feet in elevation
(not a picture of the summit...just a nearby peak).


We went a little farther up the road and found a vista point which was just below 
Donner Summit (elevation approximately 7,200 feet).


Alex looking at Donner Lake from a vista point.


From here, we continued through Donner Pass...
past many ski areas whereupon we reached the very small town 
of Soda Springs (population 97).



We stopped in a small country store and bought some very functional 
high altitude / desert hats for us to use during our hikes in the future.


We than headed back toward Donner Lake.


This is right near the summit.

I had pulled over to take a final picture
(vista point is just below... to the right of the bridge).

Alex, and I, simply LOVE the high country...
where the air feels so good on your skin, and to just breathe.
There are no mosquitos, flies...nary a bug in the air.

This is high country...
whence eagles fly.



Donner Lake (elevation 5,935 feet)




A man near us had just caught a small trout in the lake.


Alex, and I , had decided to see the far shore.
This was it  :)

It is actually filled with mostly private homes and lots on the lake.

This was at the end of the road.

What a beautiful place to live. 
 The homes were custom and each had great views.

On the way back we went back through the town of Donner Lake...
where the air took on the delicious aroma of wood fires burning in fireplaces.

The town has a population of approximately 1,500 spread out around the lake.

What a quaint town.  
It had such a relaxed atmosphere.  

With trees interspersed among the houses and cabins...
the wood burning stoves blazing and scenting the air...
the fading sunlight filtering through the trees...
it was a fantasy setting.

To drive through a new town...
yet have it feeling as if you belonged there...
to have it feel so right to be there...
this is the meaning of travel.

It felt as if we were camping in the high country again.
We just felt so at home here.

Alex remarked on the wonderfully scented air...
 and of the beauty of the surroundings.


I must reiterate this VERY important concept...

Our lives are made up of the memories of our experiences
(each of which changes us).

 The deeper and more meaningful these experiences are...
the deeper and more meaningful are our lives.

Childhood should be a time of magic...
of magical times to be forever imprinted in their minds...
to fondly recall, to vividly relive and re-experience...
to bring a sense of balance and a sense of inner peace.

I have many such magical memories from my childhood
(many of which were simple day long events)...
of beautiful days at a park or beach...
of picnics and Bar-B-Ques with 55 gal drums filled with ice and beverages...
of family camping trips and day trips to reservoirs for fishing...
of long drives to new and exciting locations and just enjoying
the sights along the way as we drove...
of deserts, mountains, oceans, caverns, dunes, high country...
of campfires ablaze through the night...
scenting the air with the aroma of the great outdoors...
of great forests and a view into the world of fairy tales.


With just a little bit of forethought and planning...
with just a little bit of research and effort...
places and times of magic are easily at hand.

With great memories of great times...
family bonds are strengthened...
negating the false allure of gangs so they may never take hold of your child.

With hikes into the high country...
surrounded by the almost mystical mountain peaks...
the crispness of the air and the lightness of being experienced at 7,000 to 10,000 feet...
the sunsets ablaze with brilliant yellows and fiery crimsons...
the scent of the trees and of the night campfires...
the magical "fingers of god"
(the light of a setting sun as it filters through the trees of great forests)...
 the symphonies of the forests and the sweet solitude it brings...
these are experiences that nothing artificial can match.

A child, once having experienced this...
will forever know the great false path that drugs are.

We, as parents, have the great honor of creating these magical times for our children...
of greatly enriching them by creating and filling their memories 
with experiences never forgotten....
of magical memories filling their soul with the energy to fulfill their passions...
of magical memories which point to correct paths in life to walk.


2 comments:

  1. You are certainly creating many magical times for Alex! Living in an area with so many serene locations certainly helps. ;)

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  2. I feel so fortunate in our being in such close proximity to so many beautiful places.

    I have so many plans to more fully explore our area...and areas outside of the immediate area.

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