This once hidden valley was carved out of granite by glacial flows. The meadow is filled with rich alpine grasses, reeds and rushes. Beaver ponds nourish the verdant carpet with new sediments. The mountains, sculptured through a century of time, sit over Squaw Valley, the fair maiden, with all the freshness of alpine smell and summer air. The color breathes to life the crispness of the moment and joy of life.

-- Steve Tracy