first hike, view to the north, Palmdale 7.28.90
On our first camping trip together we took the old Dodge truck down to meet his Mom and Dad in the still-beautiful Joshua forest of Palmdale, California . Their house is in the slash of green trees dead center. These are the hills where we scattered his ashes.
Steve and Mickie at San Andreas Fault, looking south
Driving home by way of Highway 395, I saw the Eastern Sierras for the first time. We camped near Hot Creek, visited the fish hatchery, camped at Rock Creek Lake. Our last night out we stayed at Deadman Campground on Highway 108 below Sonora Pass.
We slept on the ground in down sleeping bags, wrapped up like a burrito in a white cotton painting tarp. In the morning we witnessed the amazing complexity and diversity of one species, a family of scrub jays (and one Western Tanager) that were fat, thin, tall, short, with various personalities in the pecking order as they came down to clean potato scraps from the frying pan.
Pretty sure Steve caught a fish here, he looks pretty happy about something.
Travels With Stevie 