I am running again after a six-month hiatus caused by a knee injury. I never was a serious or competitive runner but I had a wave of relief knowing that I am not permanently damaged goods. After all, ski season is just around the corner and I would hate to sit this one out.
While I was "under repair", my physical activity was limited to cycling and swimming. Since I wasn't yet able to do the latter, and since it's no fun cycling uphill in near-100 degree weather, I took the risk of going against orthopedic's orders and hiked long distances, sometimes, with ascents not to be scoffed at. I lucked out that I did not further damage my torn knee parts (exhibit A: paragraph 1 above) while exploring the many stretches of desolated peaks and valleys in the region.
My favorite one was a hike to the surreal and dreamy Winnemucca Lake, through a raging burst of wildflowers in the Carson Pass Trail (sidenote: if you're one of those who've picked up Cheryl Strayed's book "Wild", the Carson Pass Trail intersects PCT).
It was a clear day in July. The sunshine was ridiculous and the fresh mountain air was so crisp, it was almost audible. I have never been on a hike like this one before. I have never seen wildflowers, usually so dainty, pull off such a tour de force. The montage of bright and vivid colors could really put any portrait to shame. Simply put, it was wild. It was so larger-than-life I suddenly understood why Julie Andrews did what she did when she pulled a flashmob in "The Sound of Music".
Enough of my blabber. I will let Mother Nature speak for itself in the pictures but realize that I don't do its beauty justice.
Originally posted 7/13/13