After a lovesick day in Yosemite, I pointed my compass north towards Gold Rush territory.
Highway 49 is a marvelous road for adventure. So many side roads and loops to explore. And with an old book from 1973 as my guide I was in good company. Towns with names like Chinese Camp, Sonora, Mariposa, Hornitos, Moccasin, El Dorado, Sutter Creek. I stopped in them all.
Plenty to see and no schedule to follow, but mine… made up at the last minute.
My favorite way to travel. Unplanned. Lots of stops and starts.
And when I got home, where I am now, a heap of photos to sort through. Today tinkering around with different frames, tomorrow probably more of the same.
Have you seen this book?
When a certain someone comes by for supper later this week this is what they're getting served.
Swirling around in my head is that dangerous thought, you know the one…'how hard can it be?'
We'll see.
The book looks good enough to eat, so the food must be divine ~ LOL. Stephanie was right, when I come to visit, I go on vacation.
Luv ya~
Great shots – very vintage-inspired. And I love the polaroid frames.
one of my favorite cookbooks! What a great trip you had…N
Snow!! Well your compass seemed to work just fine…what an adventure!
Savoring it…
x..x
Sounds like a great trip. I love the photos. I can almost feel like I was at Yosemite even though I went once when I was 11. 🙂 What program do you use for the frames on your photos?
So many riches on your blog today!
That fascinating book had me peering really close to the screen to see if I could get enough info to make that dish myself.
The Writer’s Almanac link is a brilliant find – one I wouldn’t have come across alone. Thanks for that.
And always and always your beautiful photographs.
Welcome home!
Onions? Garlic? Heavy cream? Cheese? Sounds like heaven to me!
Prolific is what you are. For a truncated trip (say that four times fast…) you have created a bushel of yummy images (looking forward to more).
I still occasionally buy cookbooks – or check them from the library and renew many times – thinking that if i have the cookbook, I have the food. I keep discovering that it doesn’t work that way. The pictures are so pretty and the descriptions so inviting.
Maybe if I sleep with them under my pillow…
Nice new portrait of self, btw !
I can’t WAIT for that dinner! Thank you!
These photos are really cool, and very poignant for me. Cathie and I were talking this morning about your trip and about how it’s been so long since we traveled the Cal. roads like this, seeing the little towns and scrambling through the underbrush, sliding one foot back and two forward, until coming through to a clearing where sits… the abandoned church. The schoolhouse, the rusty pump, the torture garden.
I yearn for mesquite!!
Did you get a room with coin-operated vibra-bed? I love those. Sometimes we’d have to travel through the night until we could find one of those lovelies. Tip for the future: take the bedspread OFF, right away.