Morning at home (including
XIa. June's Song from Henry Miller in Brooklyn edited as its own video,
Page 4 of Psalm 63 composed,
31 for The Countess Cathleen orchestrated,
pdf of Two and a Half Pieces: II [Op. 17] prepared, and
Some Stuff posted on the International Music Score Library Project)
with Harriet, who leaves mid-day for rehearsal,
following
relatedly mid-afternoon for the
Sierras, to
Emigrant
and
Yuba Gaps,
up
over
Donner
Summit
and
down
the
Canyon
(alarmingly in the fast westbound lanes,
as the eastbound are closed for construction),
right on 89, and again on
Alpine Meadows Road to walk from the
Five Lakes Trailhead to
River Ranch on the Truckee, connecting with last weekend's stroll, part of the thread of hikes from the California Coast to Nevada.
Leaving the snow path,
the route simply retraces the last leg of the drive,
but with the details of a stealthy
coyote;
rows
of
rustic /
opulent,
slope-
rooved,
precariously-
perched,
architecturally-
interesting
contemporary
housing;
the shadowy bridge over
Bear Creek
(what an original name);
vibrant
aspen-
strewn,
vista-beholding,
meadows;
signs
of the
snowy season;
laconic
horses;
and,
in the low
sun, the
hubub near the
junction, where an
ursine juvenal fulfills the role of
homeless wanderer.
Back in the car, with miles to go, the way sweeps upward past deer,
and down from the white slopes into the comforting summer oven of the Central Valley. where night descends like a cooling anvil.
