I've been fleeing the Sun Valley for cooler, mountainous places. The first trip was a quick jaunt to the eastern Sierra. A friend and I hiked up the Meysan Lakes trail and found a sweet campsite to base ourselves out of for a few days of camping and climbing. The pinnacle of our trip: a long, intense, and glorious day of climbing up this ridge to Lone Pine Peak.
We got up there just before sunset and were treated to spectacular views of the mountain shadows, reaching from Mount Whitney down to the valley floor.
The weather was cool and lovely. Meysan Lake was still mostly frozen, even in mid July, and there were stubborn patches of snow tucked into shadowed areas along the trails. Isis was absolutely in heaven, digging and rolling in the snow. (And isn't she adorable in her new little backpack?)
I was in heaven, too. Physically exhausted from the long drive, the climbing, the beating sun, and the altitude. But spellbound by the beauty and serenity of the Sierra
with its soft, subtle sunsets and its deep, lovely sunrises.
So spellbound, in fact, that I didn't knit a single stitch!