Manzanar Japanese Camp
WWII 1910
So sad and powerful piece of history
We have always looked forward to May coming and opening day of trout fishing in the best creek waters in the Sierras. For many years a group of our friends did an annual camping/fishing trip about 5 hours away from home in Big Pine. Nestled between Bishop and Lone Pine. This year it came around the end of May and we received an invite to join them. So we couldn't wait to use our motorhome and see friends we had not seen in a long time. This tradition includes a special evening dinner made up of everybodys finest happy hour hors d'oeuvres, appetizers and drinks. The generous group that we are, everyone always brings two dishes thinking one appetizer wont be enough. As always we had enough yummy food for an army.
My love of this trip is were we get to park our motorhome. The site we camp at is by chance in between where the two running creeks split. Some friends including myself have caught decent size trout in these creeks, right outside our motorhome door. It is quite noisy when you go to bed, but it is music to my ears.I am such a water baby it just lulls me to sleep.
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