Saturday around 12 noon the day before Easter my buddies and I are somewhere east of Mt. Ralston in what has to be the last powder day of this epic season for the Tahoe Sierra!!!
Well, the truth be known more like mash potato's on hard toast which BTW was great skiing albeit a bit wet and soggy as we descended back down into the Trench of Highway 50........dreaming of sunshine and warm granite.
Woke up Easter Sunday to a hard rain and an empty house, my lovely wife a critical care nurse was working overtime like all angels. Thinking of my boys of Easter's past laughing in sunshine frantically collecting eggs before their lives took them off to Bozeman and SLC got me feeling lonely. Even my buddy Gus felt a bit down and out.
Sometime after noon it lightens up and then comes a few quick blasts of sunshine! Hmmm, the driveway looks dry so I wonder if our local crag might be as well? I decide to stop feeling sorry for yourself and drive out to check it out. The old oak in route will soon leaf out.
WOW, you know what the rock is dry in the sun and old man river is cranking.
It may be California but there were no lines today, except this one and others.
Nobody here except me, myself(belay) and I(pod) with Sting singing, "one, two, three, four, five, six..."
Indeed, "there has to be an invisible sun".
Feeling the love, I salute this special place and the river that made it.
Gathering up my gear on top I think back over the 30+ years I've been coming here slowly wearing down and smoothing out this stone, just like that old man river, who just keeps rolling on.
Hope your Easter was as special as mine, cheers!
Berg Heil,
Charlie D.