The High Sierras rock, this is just a little photo montage of my weekend trip up there. I've never been to a landscape where it
turns from something so beautifully lush and green to straight rocky
desolateness. The beginning of the trail was what you'd expect when
you're in the mountains. Trees, lots of trees, animals, pikas (cute
squirrel-looking things), gigantic bucks, greenery.
Then you keep going,
up, until you're at 12,000 ft and above the treeline. It turns into a
massive rock pile that should be carefully climbed across, glaciers, and
beautiful lakes. At the very top it felt like I was on Mars (assuming
there was water there at some point), nothing but rocks and water (no
trees, no soil). The higher you go, the trails disappear, leaving you to
find your way through the crazy terrain with a compass and a topo map.
John Muir was a badass.
Crossing a stream.
This is where the trees start thinning out, going above the tree-line.
And this is well above the tree-line, nothing but water, rocks and more rocks.
And even more rocks.
Back down in civilization.What better way to reward yourself after a climb than with a brewski? (And it was 110 degrees outside)
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