Mirror Lake

We arrived at about five o’clock. As the sun sank toward the peak of Mount Whitney to our west, we carried out our ceremony of scattering Diane and Jennifer’s ashes at the place where I met Diane in 1967.




In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.


ashes to ashes

Afterwards, Lauren drifted to the shore of Mirror Lake and took photos.

Well, it is the end of a very, very long day. We reached Mirror Lake as planned, and searched around for the exact place where Diane and I met in September of 1967. I finally located the rock where she camped in the rain, leading her to accept my offer to sleep in my tent. The rest is history.

After a brief ceremony we dispersed some of Jennifer’s ashes, in memory of the time she wanted to come with us to Mount Whitney, but due to an infection, could not. And for Diane, now she rests in a beautiful place, surrounded by the nature she loved. And since the campground has been closed permanently, she will rest there forever.

mirror lake

It is done.

mirror lake 2

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