My Favorite Day of Summer~ and the last...

HOW MANY WRONGS MAKE A "RIGHT"???

Ever had one of those days that start out great, but then turn out to be fabulous?! Me too. The last day of Summer 20007 was one of those. Absolutely Fabulous...

In a session this week, a client explained to me the reason for his restraint when someone was trying to aggravate him. He explained, "I realized that two wrongs don't make a right and I didn't get mad back." OK, so in those situations it's obviously true that wrongs combined don't make a right, but I found a clause this week. Really, I don't know how many wrong turns we took, but in the end, it ended up being pretty darn right.

Last Day of Summer 2007 (Labor Day) began with my determination to take the raft out on water and just "be". Luckily, DBoy was willing to venture out with me on a rambler's adventure (meaning, I really didn't know where I was going, but was sure I'd recognize it when we got there...) I'm thinking, like many before him, DBoy doubted my vision and sanity a few times, resulting in him stopping to ask a ranger if there really was a lake up the canyon. In the mouth of two witnesses, we proceeded with map in hand and pa's F150. The first lake was easily discovered, but buzzing with other humans hoping to escape the cement world. It would have been fun I'm sure to stop there, but c'mon, with a man's truck and all day ahead, why not go for the better lake option. We were told to go up a dirt road and we would find the second lake. Time really took a side to fun, but probably an hour later, both of us accepted the fact that we were probably lost and should have taken a few more left hand turns instead of the right handed ones we had chosen.

TAKE TIME TO SMELL THE WILD FLOWERS

So, question, when one finds oneself basically lost in the mountains, how should one respond? Obviously get out of the truck and take pictures! Sharing camera time was a bit new to me, but sharing is good. And although I was very aware that I perhaps would be "out shot" on that mountain, having a fellow photog enthusiast experiencing and digging "be"ing on the side of a random dirt road taking pictures was reason enough to share. I'll admit, DBoy actually has a good eye.



UNWRITTEN LAWS of PHOTOGRAPHY SHOULD NEVER BE BROKEN... Newbie chose to do things "his way". I won't completely rat him out, but remember yellow wildflowers don't just grow in the middle of purple wildflowers... good photo op or not, there are rules...





"LET'S BE HONEST HERE, THIS PICTURE NEEDS TO BE TAKEN" ~I agree. Summer into fall comes too quickly on the last day of summer. It's been a great summer for a rambler, favorite time of year for rambling folk. But if Last Day of Summer 2007 was an indicator of days to come, I'll be just fine...



JOLT, RATTLE, and SIGH... I could post pics of the remainder of the trip down the mountain, but I have my deliberate reasons for withholding that part of the story. I do however suggest that the forest people put NO TRUCKS signs at the beginning of trails, not the end. Priceless.
Oh, and I MADE IT TO THE WATER! A little coaxing and then a lot of begging convinced DBoy to get into the raft. Clearly, we had found our state of "be"ing relaxed and content on water as the thick stream of cars and trucks began their trek home from their own rambling weekend adventures. As the sun set on the reservoir and left silvery silk water surrounding the raft, I was confidant, we found adventure.