Seattle Photo Diary 1999
Iron Lakes

Only an hour north of Oakhurst in the Sierra National Forest is Iron Lakes, one of the most enchanting places I have ever visited in California, maybe anywhere.  The area is named for the distinct ferrous orange coloring of the rock formations that cradle Iron Lake and several smaller lakes and pools in this secluded mountain paradise.  It is a place for relaxation and renewal.  Ancient cedars cling to rocky escarpments, the water is clear and inviting, and the rugged terrain is scattered with innumerable wildflowers.

The Sierra of California abounds with stunning views like this one from the rim rock that surrounds the lake.  The High Country is inaccessible most of the year, buried under yards of snow,  but by the end of June, the snow has melted away, revealing one of the most idilic areas for hiking and camping in the US. The Iron Lakes area has several small, primitive campgrounds nestled among the evergreens, and is a jump off point to the maze of trails that lead into and around Yosemite National Park.  

This sylvan fairyland cajoles its visitors to relax.  Is Gloria studying?  It's hard to tell behind her sunglasses whether her eyes are open or closed.  Tita takes advantage of the opportunity to snooze after staying up all night guarding our camp against intruders.  Wildlife thrives in the area.  Rainbow and Brown Trout are plentiful in the lake and surrounding streams.  An occasional bear requires that food be protected and definitely not kept in your tent! Deer, hawks, osprey, marmots, chipmunks, chickadees, woodpeckers, and other forest birds are all present, adding a lively accent to this spellbinding natural setting. 

Gloria whips up a dehydrated Spanish Omelette...or is it dog food?  Tita thinks so!  

Daniel and Brooke swim like fresh water mermaids in the chilling shadows of evening.  As the sun sets the surface of the lake becomes a mirror, and reflects the beauty of the rock cradle that surrounds it.  The lake is ideal for wading and swimming, with visibility of 30 to 40 feet, and a number of perfect diving rocks, including a tiny boulder strewn island, complete with trees and wildflowers, that reminds one of a manicured Japanese garden.

A lone wildflower clings to the edge of the flat granite peer that projects into Bare Island Lake. The name of the lake may be a coincidence, but the urge to be truly natural here is overwhelming, and the crystal mountain water is truly refreshing. 

Daniel and Brooke came prepared, and well versed in wood lore.  Here they demonstrate the  technique for cooking "Pizza on a Stick"a little known mountain delicacy.
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