On Mother’s Day, my son sent me photos from his overnight trip to Blue Tangle Lake in the Trinity Alps.
A lovely, remote lake tucked into a granite bowl with meadows and quiet trails leading down to the water.
We scattered Michael’s ashes in the Trinity Mountains in May 2023, from a helicopter. This year, on the May 8 anniversary, Navy hiked in alone just to fish, and to think. He misses his older brother.
Foodie went camping with a friend.
And what did I do?
I went about my day, keeping myself busy. It ended up being a good day. After all, I’ve got 23 years of experience behind me. And I’d already had my moment a few days earlier, and I was good.
That’s growth. Thank you, Lord.
The sun casts its reflection across the granite mountain.
Navy always shows me his catches...
Some good fishing there.
It was so remote up there that Navy didn’t see another person until he hiked out the next morning. He did, however, hear a few Bigfoot calls…
Of course, he did. It’s the Trinity Alps.






