Almost a year to the day without feeding the road trip bug I managed a four day venture into the Eastern Sierra mountains to a few of our favorite haunts. Four unplanned months have passed without any aerobic activity, the longest stretch I have known. To say that the mountains are rejuvenating is far too understated.
A friend reminded me that Edward Abbey and John Muir had it right, going to the mountains is like going home. Snow flurries, a great thunder and lightning storm, brisk winds, bright sunshine and the beauty of the high places made me physically and mentally whole again.
California is three years into a severe drought. I expected to find normally wet areas dry and dusty. The Sierra has received a very large amount of rain this summer, consequently many of the lakes and streams are hanging on. Levels are at record lows, but not what I expected. Flowers are in bloom, plants are green, and trails are dampened.
I unknowingly captured images of wet places, of storms and streams. "Atmospheric" a friend has said. It was perfect.
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|Light filters through storm clouds and smoke, Mammoth Lakes.
|Evening along the Sierra Crest
|The Western Shore of Mono Lake.
|Early August Snowstorm, Virginia Lakes Basin.
|Sunrise in the Pines, Mammoth Lakes area.
|Evening Burst above the Minarets.
|It's nice to be here.
|30 feet below normal levels, Lake Sabrina.
|Almost Empty, Horseshoe Lake, Mammoth Basin.
|Normally below water level, these rock structures expose what once was.
|Bridge No. 4800049
|Evening Quiet along Bishop Creek.
|Trout are thriving under the banks.
|Oils from underground? Sunscreen? Soaps?
|Unnamed Lake below Virginia Lakes Pass
|Mack Lake, Rock Creek.
|Just off the well worn trail, a perfect swimming hole.
|Roadside Aspens, Sabrina Basin.
|Once again I managed to find the first Fall color in August.