....camper envy

Ahhh, the 4th of July weekend has arrived.

It's always hot here in the foothills in july.  
Maybe not as hot as the Arizona desert...but hot.

I curated Timberline Gallery in Oakhurst today....Our appreciators of art were from other places...tourists from Washington D.C., Texas, Missouri, San Diego, Los Angeles, 
 Michigan, Italy...No locals today. 

Rafting Yosemite

There is a reason the locals stay home on 3 day weekends.
Highway 41 is at the end of the 49er Trail and it is also the road to the southern entrance into Yosemite National Park.  It runs through our towns and villages.  It is a treacherous road, it twists, turns and has blind corners....People drive it too fast and too slow...accidents happen regularly...deadly ones....Throw in people from many lands who drive are used to driving on a different side of the road, a lot of rented motor homes, add a few drunks and it's good to stay home.

Vernal Falls, Yosemite

Mist Trail
There are 600 steps to the top of the falls.
.the closer you get to the falls the wetter they become...

Today as I was watching the filled to the brim vehicles...stuff secured on the roofs, bicycles strapped to the backs as they paraded past the gallery, I experienced camper envy. 

Yosemite at night 

Many of us who live in the foothills are like the shoemakers children who have no shoes...we live 22 miles from one of the most beautiful places on the planet but rarely go there to sleep under the stars...Don't ask me why...

Today I let my imagination wander and wonder at the possibility of of packing up my jeep with all the essential camping gear, lot's of art supplies, Maia, my Great Dane and simply hitting the road....running away, or running toward  the adventure of just going.

What if I just camped and made art?
Would my fellow journeyers think me too strange to buy art from...Or would they embrace the strange woman gathering sticks and feathers and dried this and that and tying it all together with bits of fabric and twine...adding a clay face and calling the result a Spirit Figure....Would they enjoy the stories of my muse and how she comes to me...or would they think me just too odd.

I wonder?


AkasaWolfSong said...

I would love to stumble upon you in that situation and want to sit by your campfire late into the night listening to the stories you weave about your wonderful spirit are a medicine woman in your own right Julie...creating medicine for those who need to feed their spirit and soul...don't ever doubt that! :)

Love the night image...I could get lost there!

Happy and Safe 4th of July to You
Spirit Sister!

Tammie said...

I highly support you to pack up and take that journey. Sometimes I even do that for a day trip. Or one night out. This coming week I will wander down the road, perhaps for a week. Art supplies, camera, chili bin full of food and drink, hiking gear. But I have not tried to sell my wares on the road, if that is what you meant. Your photos are gorgeous.

On Fragile Wings said...

Oh my, what breathtaking scenery. I have not been on a holiday in 25 years. Just to be outside surrounded
by nature appeals to my soul.

hugs Sharon

Vivian Helena said...

you are right, beauty is all around us.

julie said...

Akasa...Thank you for your sweet words...Medicine woman, never thought anyone would use that term for me...a campfire and sharing stories with you...what a beautiful image that is...I could get lost in it..xoxo

Tammie...I know you head off into the woods are an inspiration in so many ways...I am considering a small little journey alone into the camping world....and when I go I will channel your adventuresome spirit, if you don't mind? xoxo

Sharon....Holiday? I haven't had one in a very long time either...not the kind we are speaking of here...Quiet time with Mother...xoxo

Vivian...Thanks you for stopping by...Yes, there is beauty...taking the time to relax into it is the challenge...xoxo

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