I have been heading to the southern Owens Valley in California since I was 8 in 1976. My great uncle lived in a small town (Cartago) on the southern end of the dry Owens Lake.
From the ponds east of town, looking east with town on the left.
A creek bearing the same name exists the canyon.
I always have a ton of maintenance to do when I am there, but the rewards are great, and keep me connected to the community.
The wind destroyed the old gates.
I take long walks in the morning, and spend the rest of the day repairing, cleaning up, or trying to ward off future damage. I meet a couple neighbors in a garage for a beer or two many of the evenings.
Used to find a lot of this old wood pipe.
From the ponds east of town, looking east with town on the left.
A creek bearing the same name exists the canyon.
I always have a ton of maintenance to do when I am there, but the rewards are great, and keep me connected to the community.
The wind destroyed the old gates.
I take long walks in the morning, and spend the rest of the day repairing, cleaning up, or trying to ward off future damage. I meet a couple neighbors in a garage for a beer or two many of the evenings.
Used to find a lot of this old wood pipe.