Man I miss the rain, it's been years of drought in Northern California. Had to move a bit east and it's nothing but snow, I love the sound of raindrops against my window. It's probably one of the few things that truly make me feel at ease. Snow, a newer experience to me in my 31 years of life, is the most miserable thing on this planet outside of Chrismas movies and postcards. Anyways here's a little chop I did, not the first or the last, and certainly not the best because this was just a quick cookup. Still, the sample speaks for itself it is just a few bars of melancholy and soul.
Views of the Bighorn Park high sierra meadow near Outpost Camp looking east (#1) and west (#2), looking east from the high sierra meadow near Trail Camp (#3), looking south down the Mount Whitney trail leading up to the peak (#4), looking west over the Sierra Nevadas (#5), and a final view from the top of Mount Whitney looking down east towards the start (#6)
The oaks were slowly replaced by redwoods as we drove.
The huge stumps left behind by the loggers a century ago hint at how awe-inspiring some sequoias were. The largest living trees are deeper in the park.
I saw an article that was a list of "most beautiful towns in California's Sierra Nevadas" and scrolled through it out of curiosity and. as someone who lives in the sierra nevadas, every tiny ass town looks the exact same and they're not pretty, its just buildings that were built in the 1850s then renovated in the 1980s and never again since