Life is too short and the world around us too beautiful to waste time and miss it.

I am sitting on top of Virginia pass with the Yosemite high country behind me, one of the most incredibly breathtaking trails I have taken. It follows a narrow rill we called silver creek for its color as it splashes over many small falls on its descent. It passes by an old log cabin and remains of old mining exploration so it is gives rise to a ripe imagination as well to how those pioneers lived. This is where I go to escape politics and the hectic intrusions of modern life, time to breakout the x-country skis and seek the solitude of the sierra winter and then chase spring up the slopes into summer. It has been too long since since my Thanksgiving escape, the four walls are closing in with cabin fever building.