In the Fall of 2002, with everthing dry, dead and brown, I happened to wander through the Valley of the Upper Truckee River and thought to myself : "How beautiful!"
The first album on this site, "Carson Pass", was born and everything has pretty much gone downhill from there. But I promised myself I would come back, in the Spring-time, when all is green and gushing. This is a close as I've got.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair
Here each Spring is born the Upper Truckee River
Looking back at Round Top and The Sisters, before slipping north through the col
The first glimpse, dropping in
Death and Life
Red Lake Peak
"In every field, in every wood, there is a different green"
Cliffs over bog
Much of the northern end of the valley looks a lot like this, but with steeper hills and canyons
The Valley - looking south towards Carson Pass