Our friend Susie lives in a log cabin (with a private hanger for her plane) on the road to Yosemite. She shares the property with a herd of mule deer. If you are wondering how she got so rich, this cost less than the perfectly ordinary little house she used to own in San Jose. Anyhow, she invited us to park the RV in her driveway and loaned us her convertible to explore Yosemite. Vroom! Vroom! So off we went…
In a fit of cabin fever, we bought an RV, so we can travel and still remain socially isolated. The first excursion was to Fallen Leaf Lake, just south of Lake Tahoe. The aspen groves are just starting to get their autumn colors, and were shining golden in the sunshine. Oh, look, a white headed woodpecker. Little bastard kept creeping around the tree so he was hard to photograph. There was a log cabin in the woods… … and the…