Into the Sierras

 "Hello, John Peachey here! I am the very fortunate lad that is cousins with your evidently beloved blogger. Sean and I have been roaming the Sierras for multiple years and nostalgia reaps through the pores each time we saddle up and travel the good ol’ 395. 

"Hello, John Peachey here! I am the very fortunate lad that is cousins with your evidently beloved blogger. Sean and I have been roaming the Sierras for multiple years and nostalgia reaps through the pores each time we saddle up and travel the good ol’ 395. 

 From a personal standpoint, it has been unbelievable to witness first-hand the transformation of our innocent childhood obsessions, to the mix of our adolescent stupidity and daredevil phase, to our now blend of young adulthood in which we still garner snippets of the stupidity that fostered unforgettable memories.

From a personal standpoint, it has been unbelievable to witness first-hand the transformation of our innocent childhood obsessions, to the mix of our adolescent stupidity and daredevil phase, to our now blend of young adulthood in which we still garner snippets of the stupidity that fostered unforgettable memories.

 The Eastern Sierras are truly a breathtaking phenomenon that each settler must dabble with. From the rugged mountain peaks, to the lively green pastures, to the burbling of winter-fed streams that fill the tranquil lakes, flanked by the heaps amounts of birch trees, the Eastern Sierras are truly iconic.

The Eastern Sierras are truly a breathtaking phenomenon that each settler must dabble with. From the rugged mountain peaks, to the lively green pastures, to the burbling of winter-fed streams that fill the tranquil lakes, flanked by the heaps amounts of birch trees, the Eastern Sierras are truly iconic.

 Believe me, I can continue this passage in describing this utter beauty, but what has made the Eastern Sierras so special to me includes the memories that have been shared with family, friends, and the strange interactions with other travelers. Even though I should end my feature here, I would not be doing any justice if I did not share one of my fondest memories in the Eastern Sierras with your beloved blogger.

Believe me, I can continue this passage in describing this utter beauty, but what has made the Eastern Sierras so special to me includes the memories that have been shared with family, friends, and the strange interactions with other travelers. Even though I should end my feature here, I would not be doing any justice if I did not share one of my fondest memories in the Eastern Sierras with your beloved blogger.

 I recall very vividly a July summer spent exploring and tampering the depths of Rush creek with our conventional fishing rods. We were reaching the beginning of our elongated adolescence as Sean and I became confident enough to tamper with the creek on our own while also attempting to reel in some tasty trout.

I recall very vividly a July summer spent exploring and tampering the depths of Rush creek with our conventional fishing rods. We were reaching the beginning of our elongated adolescence as Sean and I became confident enough to tamper with the creek on our own while also attempting to reel in some tasty trout.

 As an avid fisher, it is impossible to disagree with the notion of reeling in huge trout epitomizes a superb day in the stream, however, I truly miss the days when Sean and I would spend hours tying hooks to only lose them in the mere seconds after rigging up our lines by casting them into bushes.

As an avid fisher, it is impossible to disagree with the notion of reeling in huge trout epitomizes a superb day in the stream, however, I truly miss the days when Sean and I would spend hours tying hooks to only lose them in the mere seconds after rigging up our lines by casting them into bushes.

 I apologize for this tangent, but I will never forget the time Sean heaved out a world renowned cast in an attempt to land his line right in the middle of this swirling eddie. Unfortunately, Sean casted this rod right into the thickest bush located in the Eastern Sierras, which in turn cemented his line on the other side.

I apologize for this tangent, but I will never forget the time Sean heaved out a world renowned cast in an attempt to land his line right in the middle of this swirling eddie. Unfortunately, Sean casted this rod right into the thickest bush located in the Eastern Sierras, which in turn cemented his line on the other side.

 Being in our early years of fishing and possessed a lack of wisdom towards the sport, Sean tugged on his rod for minutes, to only find himself with a rod 5 inches shorter. To this day, I still crack up to the memory and witnessing Sean’s face as he reached the epitome of fishing despair. Thanks for the memories my friend!"

Being in our early years of fishing and possessed a lack of wisdom towards the sport, Sean tugged on his rod for minutes, to only find himself with a rod 5 inches shorter. To this day, I still crack up to the memory and witnessing Sean’s face as he reached the epitome of fishing despair. Thanks for the memories my friend!"

A Wild Notion: One Year Anniversary

 Today marks one year since starting this blog, A Wild Notion. A lot has happened over the year, positive and negative, but I'm looking forward to what lies in my path ahead. I haven't posted as much as planned over the year due to school getting in the way, but I'm hoping that will change. I'm still stoked on creating a space for my thoughts and photos. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I hope you enjoy and continue tagging along...  -Sean

Today marks one year since starting this blog, A Wild Notion. A lot has happened over the year, positive and negative, but I'm looking forward to what lies in my path ahead. I haven't posted as much as planned over the year due to school getting in the way, but I'm hoping that will change. I'm still stoked on creating a space for my thoughts and photos. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I hope you enjoy and continue tagging along...

-Sean

Southern California Winter

 On Tuesday the 27th, Avrie and I headed north on the 5 freeway in search of snow. Growing up in southern California, I haven't had too much experience being in this strange substance, so I figured we would take a day to search for some nearby fields we could play around in. We only ended up driving 45 minutes to the Frazier Mountain area, and what we found was pretty satisfying. Take a look.

On Tuesday the 27th, Avrie and I headed north on the 5 freeway in search of snow. Growing up in southern California, I haven't had too much experience being in this strange substance, so I figured we would take a day to search for some nearby fields we could play around in. We only ended up driving 45 minutes to the Frazier Mountain area, and what we found was pretty satisfying. Take a look.

 This little tike had the best run of the day.

This little tike had the best run of the day.

 Avrie was born in Indiana and spent a few years there until she moved on to Colorado and California, so she is not a stranger to colder weather.

Avrie was born in Indiana and spent a few years there until she moved on to Colorado and California, so she is not a stranger to colder weather.

 Snowball fights.

Snowball fights.

 I love watching seasons change.

I love watching seasons change.

 Trusty companion.

Trusty companion.

 Boiling water for some coffee, #vanlife style.

Boiling water for some coffee, #vanlife style.

 Frozen toes.

Frozen toes.

 A gift I received for Christmas. John, you know me too well.

A gift I received for Christmas. John, you know me too well.

 Yours truly, in action. Thanks for the photo,    Aves   .

Yours truly, in action. Thanks for the photo, Aves.

 What did I learn from this day? Snow is fun. And you don't have to travel far to find what you're looking for. It may just be right in your backyard.

What did I learn from this day? Snow is fun. And you don't have to travel far to find what you're looking for. It may just be right in your backyard.