Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
One of the luxuries of summertime is the beauty of an early morning walk, something I know I will miss as September creeps closer. Sharing these images might just let me hold onto them a little bit longer.
Summer zinnias in northern California
I’m one of those people that walks around with a camera in my hand…I’ve found it helps me pay attention to those small moments in life.
Rainy morning in northern California
Even when it’s raining…which rarely happens in the summer where I live!
Lavender in Oakland, California
One glorious summer morning my son and I headed off to spend the day with my aunt and uncle. Cameron wanted photography lessons, so my Uncle Paul took us to the Oakland Cemetery-it was a crystal clear day with gorgeous views, but I kept my camera on the little things.
Stargazer lilies in my garden
Sometimes I don’t make it out of my own backyard…but that’s sometimes ok.
Arboretum trees in northern California
When I do go out, the university arboretum is one of my favorite walks. There’s always something interesting to see there.
Tahoe sunrise
I love it here. I love it in the snow, I love it in the rain, and I love it in the glow of the sunrise.
Whenever I travel, I try to find some small place to photograph. This was right outside our hotel room.
Dia de los muertos store in Healdsburg, California
This wasn’t actually taken on an early morning walk, but I was walking…I’m infatuated with dia de los muertos decorations, and this store was full of them!
I love this image I took in Granada, Nicaragua. The beauty of the flower against the harshness of the stone wall exemplifies the absolute disparities that exist in this lush and beautiful country.
Hollyhock in my garden
Back in the seclusion of my own garden, I found my hollyhocks still holding on. These old-fashioned flowers are stubborn; they keep shooting out and blooming until I pull them up and gently gather their seeds to scatter again next year.
Arboretum bridge and beauty in Davis, California
Back at home, back to my special place to walk.
Majestic Mt. Shasta, California
My daughter shot this out the passenger side window while I was cruising down I-5 one early morning. It took dozens of shots, but it was worth it. It’s rare to see Mt. Shasta not covered in clouds. Maybe someday I’ll walk its peak.
Flowers of Willamette University in Salem, Oregon
My daughter was very patient with me on our college tours. She knew that when she turned to me and I wasn’t there, all she had to do was look for the nearest flowerbed and she’d find me.
Ok, I’ll admit it. There was no early morning walk this day. I had just woken up after driving 550 miles the day before, and all I wanted to do was savor my dear friend Dawn Wink’s first published novel, Meadowlark,while sipping my coffee.
It’s not always about the walk. Sometimes we can find our small moments right next to us, inside. A blessing for the whole day, indeed.
Many of these photos were posted on my Instagram account – I’d love to connect with you there, too.
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
Nearly every winter weekend I’m in the Tahoe snow. November through May my ski racing kids, my ski coaching husband, and my ski mama driving self spend lots of family time near Tahoe City – but it certainly never looks like this.
Tahoe in the summer is an entirely different place, with a huge variety of activities. As much as I love Tahoe in the snow, it’s a nice change of pace to abandon the boots and grab a pair of running shoes and hit the beach and trails.
This weekend we decided to get up early to beat the 4th of July tourist crowds and hit the bike trail between Tahoe City and Squaw Valley. We headed off from the west shore, about 2 miles from Tahoe City.
The Truckee River in Tahoe City, just below the lake outlet. We’re the only ones around. For now.
No matter what sport we do, I’m always bringing up the rear.
along the Truckee River
The first of a series of bridges across the Truckee River – some in much better shape than others.
The bike path is an easy ride…fairly flat, and very close to the water. I found myself getting lost in the scenery usually covered in snow.
I love how easy it is to stop along the river and get up close and personal. I couldn’t help myself. It’s a lot colder than it looks – remember, it’s Sierra snow we’re looking at!
I love thinking about who has gazed at these rocks, this river. My ancestors journaled about them in the 1800s- they must have looked identical to today. In fact, these rocks were actually formed by glaciers millions of years ago. Just think about the generations who have witnessed their majesty.
My husband’s family has been coming to Tahoe for generations. We stopped here, at blue bridge, where he remembers fishing with his grandfather. Thirty-five years later, the bridge has deteriorated and is now closed off as a ‘hazardous area’.
the blue bridge and fishing rock
The river flows out into a meadow-like space, smooth and gentle.
Turns out my husband is incredibly patient with my bike riding strategy. I’m s.l.o.w…not only am I looking side to side instead of straight ahead, I’m like a two year old, constantly stopping to take a closer look.
So he sat and waited.
I tried to get him to take me out for breakfast, but he insisted we keep pedaling.
River Ranch
River Ranch, located at the entrance to Alpine Meadows Ski Resort, is also the landing place for river rafters. We beat them…but not for long!
I had to get pretty close for this shot…from here on out, the Truckee River is much rougher.
A couple miles away from Alpine, the bike trail cleverly crosses under Highway 89 just before Squaw Valley.
The Olympic flame burns 24/7. The path ends here, 7.1 miles from our house. Time to turn around and head back.
Half-way done! Still smiling!
Wish you could see the baby wood ducks swimming with their mama…just out of camera range. Sigh.
Unfortunately, we just missed wildflower season..but there were still a few brightening the trail.
mule flower
Despite the busy weekend, we were able to escape most of the traffic, but the rafters always come…
I stopped a few more times on the way back…not that I was tired, mind you.
doesn’t look like a weed to me
Looking up river on the last bridge…
And down river…
I think we finished just in time.
What a beautiful morning on the Truckee River bike trail. 14.2 miles…and I didn’t miss the snow one bit!
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
