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| Kara Sopp Photography and Foxey Designs booth |
Fun at Mark Twain Days
32nd Annual Tioga Pass Race!
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| all done! ready to head down for lunch at Whoa Nellie Deli! |
"Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as
possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine
the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down.
You climb the mountain in equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion.
Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't just a means to
an end but a unique event in itself". ~Robert Pirsig
Foxey Designs and Kara Sopp Photography at Mark Twain Days September 14th-15th
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| Foxey Designs cards are $4 each or buy a pack of 4 cards like this one for $15 |
Kara and I will be setting up a booth there and selling framed prints and stationery! We hope to see you there!
Getting ready for Tioga... only one hill!
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| Awesome trophy by Kenny Willingham |
Tioga Pass is the eastern gateway to Yosemite National
Park. The start line is in the town of Lee Vining at an elevation of
6,781 feet above sea level and the finish line is at the top of Tioga
Pass at 9,945 feet. It's a 12.4 mile race with an elevation gain of 3,200 feet.
Enjoying Summer in the Sierra
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| Becca, Kara, and Foxey at Twin Lakes |
In the Sierras it is easy to live in the present. Time is immeasurable. You are so attentive and captivated by the beauty surrounding you that the second hand ticking on the clock is not apparent. In a spectacular environment, time slows down. You become focused on absorbing every moment, no longer longing to be somewhere else, only wishing to be where you're at.
Curious gaze
I had to share this photo that Will's cousin, Austen, took when he was visiting Bridgeport a few weeks ago. I love how Foxey is gazing straight into the camera... such a poser!
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| Photo credit: Austen Sorensen |
4th of July Booth in Bridgeport, CA
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| Foxey, Rebecca, Kara, and Brenna hanging out at the booth |
Foxey's Autumn Saunter
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| Aspen covered trail. |
Foxey's day on Big Virginia Lake
Chapter Four: The Runner
There are three types of people that “leg it”: walkers,
joggers, and runners. Walkers come in all varieties. My mother is of the
serious variety. Joggers are recognized by the spring in their step. In not so
subtle contrasts, runners are measured by how they take flight. My dad has been
a runner all of his life.
Ever curious about my dad’s routine of running at the beach
after work, I was in the sixth grade when I asked if I could run with him. The
way that my dad tells the story is that we drove down to the beach and planned
on running four miles on the sand; my dad was expecting to cut the route short, thinking that I would wear out early. My dad describes this event, with a slight smile on
his face, that to his surprise, I dashed to the lead with him in-tow. Voluntarily
running a few steps behind, he remembers thinking that I would fall off the pace quickly in
the soft sand. After about half way through the run, seeing that I continued to
lead, he hurried to run evenly with me. Now to his amazement, I surged to keep
him behind. Nearing the end of the run, together we locked into a tug-of-war as we
traded pushing the pace. With a wide grin on his face, my dad gives his
conclusion to the story: “That is when I knew the girl could run.”
Foxey's Wintry Day in Lundy Canyon
Foxey ran ahead of me, stopping several times to stick her
head in the snow only to come up with a snow covered snout and a quick snort.
It had been a very mild winter so the snow was shallow at the start. As we
hiked past Lundy Lake and further into the canyon the snow became deeper. Foxey
seemed unaffected. The snow was covered with scampering animal tracks and Foxey
discovered a multitude of curious new sniffs. She was elated. As the snow got
deeper, Foxey traveled over the snow like a dolphin breaking water, arcing to
dive back in.
Kara Sopp Photography
My middle sister, Kara, lives in Mammoth Lakes, CA and also enjoys photography. Some of her panoramic pictures of the area are amazing!
She will be selling her prints during Bridgeport's 150th 4th of July Celebration.
She has also started a photography website.
If you would like to check out more of her photos go to :
http://kmsopp-photography.smugmug.com/
A little sampler of some of her work...
Chapter Three: Foxey and the Animal Control Officer
Able to chase his dreams after college, it was no surprise to his parents when he announced that he was moving to Bridgeport, a small town surrounded by world class fishing and hunting opportunities. To support his outdoor habits he found a county position working as an Animal Control Officer. When he is not working for Animal Control he is in his natural habitat on the Bridgeport Reservoir guiding fishermen.
Chapter Two: Mountain Dreams
Arriving at Lake George, the rising sunbeams brightly reflected
off the Crystal Crag fin in contrast with the dark edges of the bowl that made
up this glacial lake.
Chapter One: Foxey's Story
Well Bridgeport is a town with no stop lights, population 800 (and in the winter it dwindles far below that) and no Starbucks. No franchised restaurants at all actually.
Bridgeport is a seasonal town that some people drive through on their way to Yosemite or other popular summer destinations. Families come to camp, hike, and fish in the areas surrounding Bridgeport. Bridgeport plays the spring-pad for the family summer campers. They come to sip their last taste of civilization before they head out into the wilderness- a soft serve ice cream from Jolly Kone, a freshly baked loaf of High Sierra Bread, the use of a flushing toilet...
Unique Stationery
I have been busy the last several months making cards and framing prints. My line of cards is now sold at Ken's Sporting Goods and 1881 Cafe in Bridgeport, CA.
Foxey's Adventure on the Kayak
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| Foxey was my first mate |
