An Opportunity of Beautiful

Today we enjoyed the annual treat of Mammoth ... our traditional run into Reds Meadow, followed by a breakfast buffet and time at the spectacular Rainbow Falls.

The weather this morning was wonderful, a bit cold but refreshing. The 7 miler is mostly downhill through the woods with incredible views along the way of the Minarets and the valley in which Reds Meadow lies. The path is soft and easy, embracing the footfalls in a cushion of dirt. A natural spring near the end bubbles from the earth, begging the passerby to pause, look and listen to the gurgle of a newborn stream.

Awaiting us at the Reds Meadow Cafe is a scrumptious feast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, potatoes, OJ, coffee and fruit. We can eat to our fill. Nestled in the towering pines and firs, the cafe is a bit of a way station for backpackers and rustic campers. The giddy teenage noise awakens the early hour.

Rainbow Falls is one of the landmarks of Mammoth's backyard where the very brave take a cold bath, while the aging coach watches from afar with camera in hand. Old Man Griesinger is upstream fishing (he caught two "the size of Coach Peirce!") but he threw them back so we have no validation on this fish(y) story.

On the rocks next to the falls our troops of good-hearted parents snap pictures and soak it in. Their kids are having fun. Laughter bounces off the cliff walls, competing with the crashing water. Screams burst forth from the sting of frozen appendages and rise above the din. The photo is taken. Another Rainbow Moment is in the books.

A bit weary, we hike back to the cars for the long drive back home around the mountain. One thinks on this morning of the treasure we hold in our bodies, the gift of health and strength, of youth and laughter, of mountains, trees and water.

One drives away grateful. Grateful for opportunities of beautiful.