Eagle Creek

Just got back from a three day packing trip in the Hoover Wilderness. Eagle Creek is  a high country gem hidden in plain site. The trail is easily accessible,  outside of Bridgeport, Ca and close to Twin Lakes. The trailhead is at Buckeye Creek campground. It is a steady climb from the 7200 ft. trailhead to  the 10,106 ft. end of trail five miles later.  The hike starts humbly but steeply on an dusty old logging road and after about mile and a half goes to a foot trail that enjoys playing peak a boo every now then. Eagle Creek shows up after a mile or so and this  watershed then goes from thick dense brush with close sides, to gradually widening, to wonderfully expanding, with Sawmill Ridge on one side and Buckeye ridge on the other.  Eagle Creek is lush. And the lushness continues till the very end of the trail, wildflowers exploding everywhere, whole hillsides of Indian paintbrush, , columbine, swaths of lupine (white and blue), and many other species of flower, all  giving beautiful voice to the gift of earth and water and sun. But the gloriously rich reward is another mile and  half (or so )  past the end of the trail. By then the terrain is very open. Rocks and pines, meadows,willows, and wildflowers appearing to be the work of an ecstatic, artistic landscape designer. It is fairly easy and intuitive to get yourself to the last ridge at 10,400 ft.  And the view from that last ridge……no way to truly describe it.   It steals your mind in an instant and if you weren’t already there, drops you fully into your feeling being, completely present,  overwhelmed by something much bigger than the organizational small you of every day workings.  The Sierra Nevada is called the Range of Light. And this high country gives eloquent testimony to that.

Forgive my larger than normal amount of photos, I just couldn’t squeeze them down any more.   And please click on an image to enlarge it.

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Looking towards Twin Lakes.

Looking towards Twin Lakes.

***Eagle Creek.  Photo by Bruce Czopek***

Eagle Creak Trail.  Photo by Bruce Czopek

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Sierra Wildflowers. Photo by Bruce Czopek***

Sunrise. Photo by Bruce Czopek

Sunrise next day.

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Eagle Creek Drainage.  Photo by Bruce Czopek

An early morning look down Eagle Creek Drainage towards the trailhead.

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Beginning of Eagle Creek drainage. Photo by bruce Czopek

Beginnings of the Eagle Creek. The last ridge is not far.

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View form the ridge.  Photo by Bruce Czopek

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Barney Lake.

Barney Lake. Crown Point left of Center.

A friendly rock offered it's help for a self portrait. Had to prove I was really there.

A friendly rock offered its help for a self portrait. Had to prove I was really there.

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Maltby Lake.

Maltby Lake.

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Upper Twin Lake.

Upper Twin Lake.

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First Light.

First light second day out.

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The Sawtooth Ridge at first light.

The Sawtooth Ridge at first light.

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On the way home.

On the way home.

***High widlflowers***

An eagle checks out the two legged visiting his ridge.

An eagle checks out the two legged visiting his ridge.

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Back over the ridge and down the 7 miles to the trailhead.

Back over the ridge and down the 7 miles to the trailhead.

I Believe in Mystery

Good evening all,

Many a moon has waxed and waned since words were last posted here.

Now  I reside in Reno Nv. It is not Kapaa, Kauaii. But that is not to say it is less than Kauaii, Hawaii.

Like Kauaii it arises in an infinite Mystery.

Succinctly put by Adi Da Samraj- ” It is a Mystery anything arises at all.”  And,  “What a wonderful Mystery the Mystery Is”.

I will leave you to ponder this  although there is  much to write about said Mystery.  One small mystery though  that suprises me,  is there are still people reading this LIP after not having any new posts here for over a year.  I ran out of things to say and so…..

I continue to find there isn’t much to say. Yet there is an impulse  to share with whoever may benignly partake- life’s beauty, pathos, humor and heartbreak.

Most likely there will be writings here about how Hawaii became Nevada. But for now let me say that Nevada is indeed not a wasteland. It is a vibrant, rarified, purifying place. That of course is to be found out in everyones respective circumstance.  This earthy high desert resides paradoxically close to the subtle realm. It scrubs the etheric while holding one’s feet  to the ground. It  balances and rejuvenates a being just as much as  swim in the ocean can.

Reno is at the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. It is for now, a good home base.

The Sierra Nevada range is the Range of Light. It inspires no mind. It simply stands before you, inviting you to feel. It is a most elegant, powerful pointer towards “What Is”.  A window pane to the Mystery, made of granite and water, grasses and trees. Made of ether and earth, dirt and heaven. Like you and me it is Radiant Conscious Light made dense.

Please enjoy a few photos from this corner of Infinity. You may click on a photo to enlarge it.

Buckeye Meadows, outside of Bridgeport, California. Three hours south of Reno on Hiway 395.

Little Washoe Lake. Washoe Valley, Nv.

Trail to Shower Lake. Kit Carson Pass area, California.

Shower Lake with Lake Tahoe in the background.

Shower Lake

Lundy Lake area, California

Blessings to All,

Bruce