PHOTO BOMBER

So I hope this doesn't tick my mom off- but going through the Bass Lake pictures and almost starting sobbing with laughter when noticed her secretly cropping up in my photos. I think the kids are calling it "photo bombing." And my mom is kind of  Photobombing Unabomber style.

Bass Lake weekend

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!