In 2018, I took a friend of mine on a short trip to the Eastern Sierras. It was my first time spending an extended period of time there, having driven through that place twice before — the first time in 2017, going from Yosemite to Lake Tahoe, and the second time only a few months earlier when I took my parents on a road trip.
I didn’t know back then that Eastern Sierras were going to quickly become one of my favourite places, one where I’d be coming back with the same feelings coming back home after a long journey brings.
There are three panorama shots I took during that trip that, even after those years, I still haven’t deleted, which talks about something. I’m generally not a huge fan of panorama pictures simply because they don’t do the place justice on small screens. If I could print it onto a 15 meters long sheet, it would be somethign different, but on screens, panoramas usually just make me suffer.
Even so, I still decided that I’d try and share those three photos here with you, since they survived about 12 different rounds of photo-deleting sprees. After all that, they probably deserve their place on this blog. So gere goes nothing:
I hope you enjoyed this litte tour of the beautiful places East of the Sierras. The Sierras themselves are the most beautiful mountain range I’ve ever seen with my own eyes, but the vast plains to the East of these mountains are a gem of its own.
I never thought I’d be the one to love deserts, having grown up in a place that’s green most of the year, with stormy summers and white winters. But there’s just something magical about those places, brimming with life even though we might think them dead.