Carol such a beautiful family, and wonderful book , remincent of my mom and dad's time in southern Nevada çlass of 51 Las Vegas High , the mountains in Nevada were no stranger to us, Charleston, wheeler , and just south of Arc Dome peak , Peavine canyon...💎🎯✌️🙏☯️😸☝️
It was SO fun to be reminded - and one has to live intimately in the Eastern Sierra to experience of - the summer into fall progression of the flowers - the progression of Spring itself, upwards, in the high country. Spring is a matter of elevation, and so, in the mind of the living, mounting up and up, into September, when it ephemerally changes into Autumn, which reaches down the meadows and creeks into that valley. Some winters show little snow along the Owens, but always the hoarfrost in the dried grasses which sprouted their seed heads. Now and then the low lakes (i guess most artificial reservoirs, as Tinemaha and Haiwee), and I've never seen Little Lake freeze, the last surviving fresh water along that tenuous flyway that once hosted the vast flocks that seasonally ventured from Arctic , funneled down through the desert lakes, creeks, ans wetlands to the lower Colorado River and its once rich delta. The Wolf and I, sometimes anticipating Spring, might find some high lake or pond just barely having a spot of open water, where we might share with a few ducks or others enough to drink, courteously giving just enough room to pass. Right now, it's necessary to thank Carol for her basic instruction on how to whistle with little fingers in mouth - never learned this in childhood, so i emit piercing sounds while watching. Yeah, those high schools were small, with graduating classes of about 11-12 from Walker down to Lone Pine. RIdgecrest, of course has been a big sprawling town since whenever the Naval Base and dried China Lake was established. I believe that once, when Owens Lake (with its western towns of Olancha and Cartago were ferry points for the silver-mining towns of Swansea, Hawley, Keeler, on the east side of that once-huge lake), drained further, all the way to China Lake. I suppose that just floating down the Owens in the hot 100 degree summer with just a pair of shoes for the long walk back was not part of most experiences, the little cutbanks just high enough to flip off into the water's deep spots, and the passing wild roses perfuming the heat, and startling the introduced trout, was not part of their experience. So much must be omitted, and more thanks must be expressed to the Paiute kids, whose grandmother taught them about the plants, they passing wisdom onward, The Valley is also somewhat a refuge for the Tule Elk introduced by Tinemaha, 4000 feet higher than their original homes in the Great Sacramento/San Joaquin and coastal wetlands (with all their "tules") presently lost to overconstruction. some slight adaptation occurred, and they can be seen up as far as Fish Slough, and frequent some of the Eastern Sierra's lower creeks. History, hopefully, blends into Tomorrow's surprises!
Beautiful picture of the two young girls sitting together thank you for your video man I really enjoyed it and then you camp host at Goodale Creek starting April 1 that I am so pleased to hear your history of your family and how Owens Valley was when you were growing up thank you very much keith cooper
Carol,you are a very sweet,funny person with a great story to tell! I have some photos of my Grandparents and my Mom and Aunt camping in Rock Creek from 1922 and 1926. They went for a month every Summer. Im 73 and have been going to Sierras since early 1950;s. Hope this comment fins you and your Sister doing well! Dennis. Love your photos
Thank you for sharing your stories and your book! Your family must've known my family, The Gormans. My grandfather and his brother were born on Oak Creek in Independence, and they both graduated from Lone Pine High School. My grandfather was born in 1916, so I think he was the class of 1934.
For the past three years, I’ve been driving up the 395 to go on backpacking adventures. It would’ve been terrific to grow up there, but I’m making the most of it now in my older years.
when I was a kid , in the 70's....We had a miners cabin across from the reservoir....I mis that place , wonder if its still there...Iron ore was what they mined there
What a wonderful way to "grow up"
This is the social equivalent to golden story book...thank you enjoyed your sharing your life with me.✌️
That was great! An excellent example of why we keep records of family. Generations will love knowing their roots
Cool picture of junction pass when it was the JMT route
so amazing to see and hear tales of a place I love so much.
Carol such a beautiful family, and wonderful book , remincent of my mom and dad's time in southern Nevada çlass of 51 Las Vegas High , the mountains in Nevada were no stranger to us, Charleston, wheeler , and just south of Arc Dome peak , Peavine canyon...💎🎯✌️🙏☯️😸☝️
It was SO fun to be reminded - and one has to live intimately in the Eastern Sierra to experience of - the summer into fall progression of the flowers - the progression of Spring itself, upwards, in the high country.
Spring is a matter of elevation, and so, in the mind of the living, mounting up and up, into September, when it ephemerally changes into Autumn, which reaches down the meadows and creeks into that valley.
Some winters show little snow along the Owens, but always the hoarfrost in the dried grasses which sprouted their seed heads. Now and then the low lakes (i guess most artificial reservoirs, as Tinemaha and Haiwee), and I've never seen Little Lake freeze, the last surviving fresh water along that tenuous flyway that once hosted the vast flocks that seasonally ventured from Arctic , funneled down through the desert lakes, creeks, ans wetlands to the lower Colorado River and its once rich delta.
The Wolf and I, sometimes anticipating Spring, might find some high lake or pond just barely having a spot of open water, where we might share with a few ducks or others enough to drink, courteously giving just enough room to pass.
Right now, it's necessary to thank Carol for her basic instruction on how to whistle with little fingers in mouth - never learned this in childhood, so i emit piercing sounds while watching.
Yeah, those high schools were small, with graduating classes of about 11-12 from Walker down to Lone Pine.
RIdgecrest, of course has been a big sprawling town since whenever the Naval Base and dried China Lake was established.
I believe that once, when Owens Lake (with its western towns of Olancha and Cartago were ferry points for the silver-mining towns of Swansea, Hawley, Keeler, on the east side of that once-huge lake), drained further, all the way to China Lake.
I suppose that just floating down the Owens in the hot 100 degree summer with just a pair of shoes for the long walk back was not part of most experiences, the little cutbanks just high enough to flip off into the water's deep spots, and the passing wild roses perfuming the heat, and startling the introduced trout, was not part of their experience. So much must be omitted, and more thanks must be expressed to the Paiute kids, whose grandmother taught them about the plants, they passing wisdom onward,
The Valley is also somewhat a refuge for the Tule Elk introduced by Tinemaha, 4000 feet higher than their original homes in the Great Sacramento/San Joaquin and coastal wetlands (with all their "tules") presently lost to overconstruction. some slight adaptation occurred, and they can be seen up as far as Fish Slough, and frequent some of the Eastern Sierra's lower creeks.
History, hopefully, blends into Tomorrow's surprises!
Im so excited for fall up here!
She’s amazing!! And what a life and memories ❤
why is she amazing?
Thank you Carol, your recollections are important and add rich layers to the history of the area
Beautiful picture of the two young girls sitting together thank you for your video man I really enjoyed it and then you camp host at Goodale Creek starting April 1 that I am so pleased to hear your history of your family and how Owens Valley was when you were growing up thank you very much keith cooper
Carol,you are a very sweet,funny person with a great story to tell! I have some photos of my Grandparents and my Mom and Aunt camping in Rock Creek from 1922 and 1926. They went for a month every Summer. Im 73 and have been going to Sierras since early 1950;s. Hope this comment fins you and your Sister doing well! Dennis. Love your photos
Thank you for sharing your stories and your book! Your family must've known my family, The Gormans. My grandfather and his brother were born on Oak Creek in Independence, and they both graduated from Lone Pine High School. My grandfather was born in 1916, so I think he was the class of 1934.
For the past three years, I’ve been driving up the 395 to go on backpacking adventures. It would’ve been terrific to grow up there, but I’m making the most of it now in my older years.
You are a TREASURE!!!
when I was a kid , in the 70's....We had a miners cabin across from the reservoir....I mis that place , wonder if its still there...Iron ore was what they mined there