After departing from Yosemite, we drove through Tuolumne
Meadows and Mono Basin to “the hotsprings by the green church,” formally known
as Sheperds hot springs. This place was enchanting. I will elaborate:
Upon arrival, thoroughly relaxed in a hot spring easily over
100 Fahrenheit, in the desert, surrounded by the sierras, the stars, pure night
unmmared by artificial light, the air heady with sage brush, and the occasional
chirping coyote.
The morning, a sunrise at 6:30 over the mountains, the sun
reached long to lay a hand across the valley, then my cheeks, nose, lips, and
eyes. Good morning sun, life giver, Yellow and white spilling over, the ring of
mountains brimming with ancient light. I rose to greet Rain, she was full of
electricity. We packed up and joined Sandra and Jason and George at the Spring.
Sandra was wonderfully level and down to earth, Jason her equal opposite, talkative
and a little whimsical, and full of affirmation. George was a generous
wanderer, having introduced himself to us the night before. He made us French press
coffee, we filled our mugs and chatted for an hour. Jason and Sandra were
traveling with their dog-friend Newray, a large, white pup with a build similar
to a Labrador, but bred for snow rescue. She was lovely, rolling around in the
dust for belly rubs. Jason had rescued her – she was overly anxious and
therefore hard to train or even to live with.
He calls himself a dog handler, not a pet owner, and under his care and
guidance, Newray is now happy.
We said farewell, and rallied our way to Las Vegas to see
our dear friend Alen.
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