Self is overwhelmed. She’s here in Squaw Valley, in the Village, which is in a basin between tall peaks. She’s never experienced anything like it.
She’s here for the annual Squaw Valley Writers Conference. She’s been hearing about it for so many years. This year, she decided to bite the bullet and go.
Her story’s being workshopped tomorrow.
Contrast in Picture # 1: The Valley and the Peak. Just — amazing.
The Village at Squaw Valley. The cable car brings guests to a peak where there is a lake with — she’s been told — ice-cold water.
She rode up with Heather from Benicia, who’s an absolutely skillful driver and got us here in under three hours, without making a single wrong turn.
Contrast in Picture # 2: The point-y trees and the rounded hills? The mountains and the plains?
This is the view from the back of self’s unit, in The Meadows.
Contrast in Picture # 3: The sunlight and the shade.
Her unit has a balcony. This was the view mid-afternoon, yesterday:
The view from self’s unit in the Meadows. Like that stack of firewood? If only it were cool enough to make lighting a fire feasible!
This place must be absolutely stupendous in the winter, when the peaks are covered in snow.
The altitude here is something like 62,000 feet.
Last night, walking back after the last talk of the evening, she and her roommate got lost. But it’s only about a 10-minute walk!
She’s been writing; she’s so happy.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.