Tag: camper
Mt Whitney, CA
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!
Bodie, CA
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.
Lake Tahoe, CA
I could live in Tahoe…
….ALL SUMMER LONG….
and then I would get cold.
Loon Lake, CA
It was rough, but somebody had to stay the night here!
Yuma, AZ
Sean and I became the designated photographers of a concert held at St Paul’s Episcopal Church in Yuma, AZ back in May. It’s a place I had been to many times before and there were many familiar faces, but I was now viewing it from a new perspective; one with a greater appreciation. I was surprised at myself when the last piece of the concert moved me to tears. As the photographer, you are supposed to remain calm, cool and collected at all times….unless….you are the daughter of the man conducting the choir….and….this is the choir’s final performance under his direction before he retires….and….your mom is singing proudly up on the stage….and….your sister and her family are in the seats applauding with the rest of the crowd….and….your husband is by your side, able to capture any moments you might miss while you wipe away a tear or two from your face. The piece of music my dad is holding in his hand below, really sums it all up. Not just the concert, not just my dad’s career, but ultimately, what life is really all about: To Love Our God. It was so beautiful to hear voices ringing out in unison for one common purpose.
“Commissioned by the Federation of American Baptist Musicians in memory of esteemed publisher and friend, Don Hinshaw, this stirring anthem features an outstanding text by John Parker. The first section is from Ecclesiastes, and explores the transience and vanity of life as expressed by Solomon. Hayes has set this section in a lyrical, haunting minor mode that evokes a sense of longing and emptiness. As the phrase, “All is empty, all is vain” lingers in the air, the choir softly but confidently answers the question with “To love our God is the reason we live, to love our God – the highest call.”
I’ve included photos and a link below so you can listen to the song (sung by a different choir) to give you a glimpse of the sights and sounds that were present that night. There was an amazing gift given to my father that night, but I’m going to save that for another post.
Click here to take you to a page where you can listen to the song. You will need to click the link called, “sample audio” which will pop up a page where you can press play (the big arrow) to listen.
Santa Ysabel, CA
Lake Havasu, AZ
A middle of the winter trip to pick up our new boat. Of course we had to make a pit stop and take it for a test drive in Parker.
Eastern Sierras, CA
Clovis and Yosemite, CA
In true Lorenz fashion, we set off on our vacation – spontaneously, unexpectedly and without any true destination. Amen, for the iPhone and google maps. We headed north toward Fresno.
We headed toward the Sierras and decided that since we were “so close” it would be fun to visit Yosemite in the winter time.
An interesting idea…
We did what any tourist would do and stopped at the local hardware store once we encountered the sign that said, CHAINS REQUIRED, in blinking yellow letters on the side of the highway. With our newly purchased chains, we got in the truck
and continued on our way.
We answered all questions correctly when stopped by the official with the bright lights (see exhibit “f” above with the red and blue lights)
and continued on our way.
We tested out the skid-i-ness of our truck on varying patches of snow
and continued on our way.
My heart fluttered as we reached Fish Camp (what we thought was the highest point of our trip) and the local told us the road gets worse up ahead. And higher. And messier. But,
we continued on our way.
Until
We got to the entrance of Yosemite and when the road into the park looked remarkably worse than the one we just came from, we did what any intelligent tourist would do
and continued on our way…
by making a gigantic U-turn and heading back down the road we just came from.
All part of the adventure, friends.