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Hidden Lake -- Trinity Alps Wilderness

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Trinity Alps Wilderness, Nov. 5, 1998.

 

In memory of Bill.

  

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The snow came softly, quietly during the night. So softly, so quietly that don't think any of us even realized it was snowing, not until morning when we unzipped our tents and looked out on a transformed landscape. A black and white one. Silent. Beautiful.

 

The lake itself had partially iced-up overnight, really more of a slush around its shallow edges.

 

This was our last morning. Our last campfire. Within a few hours we would break camp and start the short hike down the mountain to the trailhead. Little did we know that for one of us -- there were three in the party -- this was to be the last wilderness campfire, the closing chapter, the final backpack.

  

Maybe the soft, silent, night-time snow was symbolic .... the way the wilderness said its goodbye to the one who wouldn't be returning ....

 

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" .... we sat in silence for a long while around our campfire listening to the fire, which was always saying something, and to the wind in the trees, which had its language too."

--from Behind the Wild River -- Willard Ormand "George" Jorstad

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"It is time to go home. Night is coming. It is your bedtime, child of the

earth."

--Joshua Loth Liebman

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* Photo was digitized from an 8mm (Sony Camcorder) tape.

 

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Taken on November 5, 1998