Manic Monday - Pines

This is an easy Manic Monday. All I have to do is write a commercial for one of my favorite places in the world: The Pines Resort at Bass Lake in California. If and when that lottery prize happens, it will mean a cabin near the tiny town that consists almost totally of the resort, a grocery store, a hardware store, an old time theater with fresh popped pop corn, a gift shop, a laundry, a gas station and a post office because everybody who lives in the surrounding mountains comes there (often on horse or mule) to get their mail.

You are less than a half hour from some of the most magnificent skiing or the gate to Yosemite or with another hour to the floor to gaze up at El Capitan. The Mono Indian museum and reservation are down the road a bit and Paul Bunyan and Babe leave their foot and hoof prints on the main street of Northfork within a short drive. On your doorstep is a bathwater warm lake in summer that is filled with fish year round. You want a moonlight cruise ... they have it. You want a four star restaurant ... they have it. You want a cabin with no phone and only the sound of whispering trees ... they have it. You want high life, hot tub, luxury suite, and a rowdy bar with dance floor ... why they have it. Even best for me in the fall after the summer families have left and before the snow bunnies arive, it is drizzly and quiet by a warm fireplace, with a stack of books, and a beautiful view of the empty lake just begging you to come out and walk among the trees.

Now that I've told you about it, you can go look at the pretty pictures on the link, but if you go there, don't tell too many people. We wouldn't want it getting too crowded.



The musical selection another location for trees with Respighi's "The Pines of Rome" as a tone poem under the sea from Disney's Fantasia.