Laguna Woods to Bishop

Starting mileage : 143734
Departed Laguna Woods at 10:15 and on our way. Gear and food filled the car.  Buster set up on his two-story perch. Full gas tank and the road beckons.  Maneuvering through local traffic to the onramp of the 5 freeway, and we are officially Bishop bound!

As is ‘normal’ in the southern California transit pattern, it was up the 5, over the 241, out the 91, over to the 15, up to 395 and north …….  A quick stop at Cook’s Corners for dog and people relief, and then into the gorgeous valley at between the eastern Sierras and the White Mountains. Nothing quite as spectacular as the varied color fields, the spectacular granite faces, and the surprise vistas of Little Lake.

Since we are stopping to visit Mom’s college roommate, Sybil, the conversations drift back to those days when USC was her Alma Mater and her whole world was still possible.  Mom had gone straight into college – summer sessions, and after two years, when Sybil announced she was getting married, taking some time off seemed logical.

Which of course, led to meeting my father, his red Cadillac convertible, hat and black suit, and college was history.  Did she regret not finishing? “Of course,” she said.  “But then you wouldn’t be here, we wouldn’t be on this trip, and how can I possible wish it to have been different?”

I ponder my parents – dad gone and all that can no longer be said – and how my brother, sister and I shared this intriguing path to here.

Mt. Whitney
Mt. Whitney

Whitney comes into view.  A different flood of memories – of hiking with Steve, Lynn, James, Emma and Mike.  Of standing on the top of that majestic peak surrounded by – what felt like the whole world.  I’d carried feathers from the sea that last hike, casting them free in slots between the peaks on the final ascent, each one bearing a message to and from someone that I loved.

We drive through Lone Pine- always a favorite, and continue up 395 past the Winedumah Inn, where long ago I led the curious on photographic excursions amidst towering boulder fields, scraggly windswept Bristlecone pines, and rough trails through decomposing granite.

Mom in Bishop
Arrival in Bishop

Around 3pm we pulled into Bishop, checked into the Ramada Inn – a story on poor concierge services to come later – and treated ourselves to a cold bottle of champagne.  Dinner – take out from Whisky Creek – to share with Buster and kick back after our first day on the road.

Stop #1 achieved.  Next, a visit with Sybil and off to Elko, Nevada.

One comment

  1. Really a great way to end my long day at two weddings and dinner with the familia, pizza in the backyard.
    Love the pics and the descriptions always so poi
    gnant my dear sister in law!
    Have more fun!!!

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