I love the hills

I took a day off yesterday to reach out and touch the grandeur of the mountains.  I saddled up the Jeep and drove up through Placerville, past Pollick Pines, and up into the Crystal Basin.  Snow was still patched between the pines and the sky threatened snow in its cold grayness.  Up past all the camp grounds and ever higher I reached a well named lake called Ice House Reservoir.  Along the edge the snow was getting deeper and at times the road, if you want to call it that, was completely covered. The road continued on to the headwaters of the lake, to a small stream named Silver Creek. The water was colder than the wind but it promised good fishing this summer.  Further up the road I came to a little glade, nothing more than a wide spot in the snow covered path and pulled over.  The quiet hush of occasional wind gusts through the trees was all that could be heard. In the moment all was good.