What a treat to once again get to go up to Bass Lake for a long weekend.
We hiked, ate, cooked, slept, read, and stared out the window at the eerie beauty of a lake with little to no water in it. The place feels right and smells right. Still feels like home, but it's not.
And yet, when we hit El Cid for dinner, we always know half the people there.
Love the mountains!
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