It was totally amazing.
I don’t even have very good pictures, since we didn’t think to bring the real camera.
We drove east over the Sierras, and then down 395, which goes down the eastern side of the Sierras. It’s beautiful and desolate. Deserty, with enormous white mountains looming. Incredible. We spent the first night in Bishop, which is a very odd town seeming to consist only of motels. I guess for fisherman and skiiers heading from LA to Mammoth.
We passed Manzanar (one of the camps Japanese-Americans were taken to during World War II), which we drove through, and then headed on to the ancient bristlecone pine forest, where the oldest living things in the world grow. It was beautiful. With just the two of us, it was easy to just stop anytime anything struck our fancy. I’ve been wanting to see the bristlecone pines and Manzanar for ages.
They are quite beautiful. They dot the mountains — they grow only here, I think, but there are a lot of them. They have sort of fat needles, like succulents.
Then we headed into the valley, and I can’t even express how amazing and strange it is. It was very hot, so we’d get up at 6:15, be driving around by 7, intending to see a lot of stuff before it really got hot. In this picture, taken at the Artist’s Drive, it was really really hot. We stopped at most of the places you could stop at by car, and we saw lots of stuff.
Like dried up lakes.
Weird and colorful hills.
Deep volcanic craters. (We walked around this. It wasn’t so hot up there.)
Real, actual ghost towns.
It was amazing.
After two nights there, camping out in a tent, we headed toward the ocean. We wanted to see water and trees. Which we did. We camped on the ocean, and the next day headed home, pausing once at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.
It was a great trip. It was great to spend a week with N. Of course, that was the best part of all. She’s grown up a lot. It was great just to spend time with her, and I am so very happy that she’s coming home for the summer.
When we got home, we baked a cake.
A surprising rainbow cake.
I spoke to her last night — my mother and sister had just picked her up at the airport. She sounded very happy.
5 weeks till summer!