Yes, another “running in the snow” post because one time suffering wasn’t enough! As someone who properly never learns their lesson so that they can keep doing… Read more “Running in the Snow to Mammoth Rock | Eastern Sierra”
Oh look, that rhymes a little! Seriously tho, I really love snow. Okay, okay, I’m going to stop now and finally get to it. I love snow.… Read more “Running in the Snow at Obsidian Dome | Eastern Sierra”
I’m in a state of inertia, paralyzed by fear. That’s what I realized yesterday, after filling out about a hundred different forms, applying for a program that… Read more “The Memory That Brings Me Peace | Eastern Sierras”
This is perhaps the first time I don’t know what to say, or, better, I don’t want to say anything. This photo speaks volumes to me, and… Read more “Endlessly Free | One Photo”
When I was younger, I’d straight down refuse to take a rest, especially when traveling. I’d always think that winding down was a waste of time, especially… Read more “A Lazy Day Along Highway 120”
It’s cold in the Eastern Sierras in February. I think that’s something we can agree on. It’s also perhaps the best time of the year to visit.… Read more “A Cold Morning | Betsy in the Eastern Sierras”
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… Read more “Panoramas from East of the Sierras”
In the early spring of 2020, right before the world seems to have collapsed, I was in the Eastern Sierras, living out of an old Dodge. The Eastern Sierras is probably my favourite place on Earth, and that time, they were the most beautiful I’ve ever seen them, as if they knew I wouldn’t be able to visit for a long time to come, if ever.
On one evening, I was returning to where I slept in the car from Mammoth, and just as the sun disappeared beyond the Sierra peaks, the winds picked up and started to sweep the fresh dusting of snow off them. The play of light together with the airborne snow dust created the most beautiful moments. I stopped at the side of the road and sat on the roof of the old car, enthralled by the dance of elements up in the domain of birds.
And for a few moments, it felt as if I myself could fly up there.
Those feelings of absolute freedom and absolute beauty… they help me to keep moving when the going gets tough.
I can’t wait to be back in the Sierras — but for now, I can at least remember all the beautiul moments I experienced there, of which this is only one.