The cabin we stayed in has a pasture surrounding it. Like a my place, the horses graze where the morning light takes off the chill. Even on Labor Day, there was a freezing frost every morning.

Monache Meadows is one of the largest meadows in the Sierras. There are trails and two tracks that wind around all of it. The dust in the distance is the pack string crossing the meadow. The grand vistas remind you of simpler times.

This is one of the creek crossings that can give a packer trouble if the string is fresh. Here's my friend coming out of Snake Creek Crossing.

There you have it. I made him a series of cards and envelopes with these pictures and more. I didn't tell him that using the Photoshop techniques can cover up a multitude of photographic sins.