As one of many rewards for finishing law school, my mother took me on the most restorative trip through Northern California. We spent a few special days at a place called Stewart Mineral Springs- not far from Weed. Our days were divided between hiking and soaking in the naturally hot & bubbly waters. It was so easy to connect with nature-- in fact, it would have been impossible not to-- and that was what I needed!
Here are some of my favorite photos of this special place. If you ever get a chance to go, don't pass it up! (oh, and if you view the photos and want to share the names of any of the wild flowers, I would appreciate it! I only know a few, and I would love to know the rest ;)
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| On the road heading to the springs |
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| Our no-frills but very cozy cabin |
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| Bright flowers on a tree/bush. Look like Lilacs, but pinker. Deer brush? |
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| Mom getting peaceful at the springs |
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| Yellow cluster blooms |
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| The river |
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| Offerings left for the hot springs |
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| ...more offerings |
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| rocks star |
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| beautiful gnarled drift wood on the river bank |
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| mighty and mossy |
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| make a wish! |
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| different yellow cluster blooms |
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| lovely lupins |
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| my favorite delicate pink flowers, |
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| that grew in bunches at the base of trees. |
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| Tee-pee me. |
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| simple. yellow. sweet. I feel I should know what these are... |
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| The long view from our morning hike |
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| We watched the transformation as morning misty mountains- |
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| -turned gold with the warmth of the sun! |
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| We loved Mr. Bechum, the Springs cat |
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| Walking Eagle gives pretty simple rules |
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| St. Francis, patron saint of animals, watches over his special spot on the grounds. |
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| While an angles watches over her own. |
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| Late spring blooms dotted the grounds. |
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| We crossed over the rushing creek- |
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| We thought about going in- That face says, "you do it, it's too cold for me!" |
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| Proof it was too cold! |
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| So we stayed on shore, with the butterflies (who show off their beautiful purple wings while they fly) |
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| And made friends with a handsome Jay |
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| Who decided we were alright, and came closer... |
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| And nearly flew into my mom's head! |
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| And when we left, Shasta was there to welcome us out of the hills, |
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| and Shastina waved goodbye as we headed to our next special spot on our journey. |
I was just told on FB that the ones I have labeled lupins are actually grape hyacinths... and that was one that I thought I knew! OK readers, help educate me on my wild flower names!
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