We all have our favorite places, for some of us it’s you own backyard. For others is in a group of people at a party. For me, it’s being in the White Mountains of California. This desert mountains range first came to my attention when I read “The Thousand Mile Summer” by Colin Fletcher back in high school in the early 70s. I first visited the range in 1973. This post is something I will be adding to over the next few months.
Dark clouds collect over the ancient bristlecones of the Shulman Grove.
The detail of an old soul. The bristlecone pine wood lasts thousands of years in the environment of the White Mountains of California.
Evening sunlight streams through a dead bristlecone pine at the Patriarch Grove.