Although, the trip to Whitney didn’t go like we originally planned, it was gorgeous, nonetheless. Perhaps, even more gorgeous than if we had tried to trek all the way to the top of the highest mountain in the continuous 48 states. America had the time of her life and we’ve calculated that she must have hiked at least 3 times the distance we did!
I’ll admit, it was quite a ways off the beaten path, but I just had to see this ghost town. It was like looking through a window back in time – and it was as if time had actually stopped.
I almost felt like an intruder. Not only peering through a window into the local church or the resident doctor’s house, but peering into the lives of an entire city. A city once booming, and now abandoned by its former inhabitants. A blue stove sits inside, begging to be dusted off and used while a barn, reflected in the glass, wonders why it is empty and has no visitors. Bodie may not be as glorious as it was in its heyday, but its charm has been well preserved.
I could live in Tahoe…
….ALL SUMMER LONG….
and then I would get cold.
It was rough, but somebody had to stay the night here!