Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Lone Pine Trip: Part 1

Headed up to Lone Pine for the Lone Pine Film Festival with my friend J and her daughter A on Friday morning. We were to meet a couple of other folks for some camping, quad riding, and general hanging out. J has spent considerable time in this lovely mountain hamlet on the edge of the Alabama Hills and the Sierra Nevada mountains as her sister lives there. Being somewhat of a local she somehow procured a BLM permit for us to camp in the actual Alabama Hills, a rare treat. Here's our campsite:We were soon joined by the rest of our crew for the weekend, J's hubby R, couple JD and L, and father-son duo R and C. Among the participants we had three quads, a kid-sized dune buggy, two motorcycles, and two days' worth of s'mores.

I'm not really a motorized-vehicle kind of gal so I chose to go for a rock scramble/hike while everyone suited up and headed out on their various modes of transport. This is a view I got of them as I turned during my hike:Because the film festival was going on the local film history museum had put up plaques at various locations in the hills pointing out where famous western movies and tv series were filmed. I took a quad and visited the exact places where the likes of Tonto, the Lone Ranger and Captain Kirk rounded boulders, shot bad guys, and discovered new life forms. Here's what Wikpedia has to say about it:
The Alabama Hills are a popular location for television and movie productions (especially Westerns) set in an archetypical "rugged" environment. Since the early 1920s 150 movies and about a dozen television shows have been filmed here including Tom Mix, Hopalong Cassidy, Gene Autry, and the Lone Ranger. Classics such as Gunga Din, Springfield Rifle, and How the West Was Won, as well as more recent productions such as Tremors and Joshua Tree were filmed at sites known as Movie Flats and Movie Flat Road. In Gladiator, actor Russell Crowe rides a horse front of the Alabamas, Mount Whitney in the background, for a scene presumably set in Spain.
Pretty nifty stuff.

Day two started with several motor enthusiasts going for another ride and me finding a sunny perch on a rock to read on. After everyone returned we decided to head north to Rock Creek to check out the fall colors on the aspens and do some trout fishing. On the way we were lucky enough to see some Tule Elk grazing:We cruised up into the mountains and arrived just in time to catch some of the leaves turning along the creek:We stopped for a while and the kids caught some nice rainbow trout but, seeing as how I was the only one who eats fish and I do not like to clean them, we released them back to be nabbed by some other 6 year old's Mickey Mouse rod and reel.

While the kids were fishing, I caught a gaggle of photographers diligently staring at the same hillside, undoubtedly in search of the perfect shot:In the end think I got the best shot of the afternoon.

1 comment:

Buzz said...

Awww man, those cheesy khaki vests!

You put someone in one of those and they're automatically believing that their entitled to be snobby jerkoffs.

Great posts, I missed you and regret not partaking in the fun. I'd have loved to see Hogitha all fucked up.