My first visit there. I love that feeling of the first time… your heart quickens, your eyes get all sharp and darty at the new sights, even my stomach jumps around a little at the excitement of it all.
I’m big on the story too – and I love hearing them about the places I visit. Convict Lake was named after an incident in 1871, where a group ‘o thugs, er, ‘convicts’ escaped from prison in Carson City. That’s 200 miles away. So a buncha lawmen, er, a ‘posse’ chased those buggers all the way down here, where they had a shootout. The sheriff was killed, as was his Indian guide. They named the lake after the convicts, the mountain (Mt. Morrison) after the sheriff. Nobody named anything after the Indian guide, which strikes me as just pure ungrateful.
It was a moody, weathery day… kinda fitin’ with the story that goes with it. But I just went with the vibe and took this picture to share with y’all.