Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Sneachta ina Mhí Iúil


Thiomaint muid go gContae na Sierra an mhí seo níos luath ar ár turas aeraíochta. Ní fhaca mé ionad sin i bhfad uait riamh. Mar sin, ní raibh fhíos agam gheobhainn radharc ina Mhí Iúil leis sneachta-- ach go raibh is airde sa mhullach cnoic gharbh, ach oiread.

Bhuel, bhí maith liom é go leor. Chonaic mé an Abhainn na h-Iuba ar feadh dhá uair nuair ag leanúint í ag imeall an bóthar mór. Tá sí abhainn órtháigeach ansin.

Is áit é stairúil go cinnte. Tharla órthóraíocht air ansúid, ar ndóigh. Bím spéis a chur i ré agamsa féin le mo ré go hiondúil.

B'fhéidir, is docha go raibh súim go nádúrtha orm. Rug agus thóg me ina Stát Órga. D'fhoghlaim mise fadó faoi órthóraíocht ar Thuas i gCalifoirnea.

Ba mhaith liom a filleadh mo shuaimhneas a ghlacadh go ceantar i bhfad ón gcathrachaí. Shuífinn imeallach srúthain go suaimhneasach. Léifinn in aice leis scardán go síochánta. Chódloinn faoi fhad láimhe ciúine.

Snow in the month of July

We drove to Sierra County earlier this month on our excursion. I had never seen that faraway location before. Therefore, I did not know that in the month of July I'd get a view with snow-- but high atop the rugged mountains, for all that.

Well, it pleased me. I saw the Yuba River during two hours when following it alongside the highway. The river's gold-bearing there.

It's an historical place, for sure. Gold-diggers happened on it up there, of course. I've customarily had an interest in this era all my life.

Perhaps, it's probable that it's a natural interest for me. I was born and raised in the Golden State. I myself learned long ago about gold miners in the North of California.

I'd like to return to take my rest in this region far off from cities. I would sit close to a soothing stream. I would read near a peaceful waterfall. I would sleep within arm's reach of silence.

Grianghraf/Photo: Abhainn na h-Iuba (Faoi Cathair Nevada/About Nevada City.com)

2 comments:

Matthew Roy said...

I love your eclectic tastes. I grew up on the eastern side of the Sierras (Independence on the way to Mammoth). On that side they shoot from the valley floor at about 3500 to a towering 14000 in a matter of miles. Beautiful and harsh and frail and desolate.

I'm learning a bit of Scottish Gaelic on my own, though I can't boast any heritage to the country that I know of.

Tapadh leibh!

Fionnchú said...

Matthew, when I was ten we went on my first road trip; I loved Mono County best, with the museum in Bridgeport (the other one not over the Yuba River) and Lee Vining still stand outs in my memory before we went into Yosemite. The Eastern Sierras: an area I have never been back to, but (if I can avoid what they've done to Mammoth) one I hope to return to. There, too, I saw snow in July, for the first time. Maith thú!