|Lone Pine campground at sunrise.||Our campsites at Lone Pine||The mountains behind camp.|
|Beth taking notes on local vegetation.||Early morning lecture.||Packing the van|
|This is California, where the fish come out of a big white truck...||...three times a week...||...with avid sportsmen ready to catch their "wild" trout.|
|Lone Pine, our
campsite, is pretty high in the mountains, and we spend a cold night in our
tents. After a decent breakfast we spend the morning discussing the
vegetation and geology around camp.
We are sure glad that we waited: at 10:00 AM sharp a big white truck shows up and two uniformed employees stock the creek with trout. They are barely back in their truck, with most trout still floating belly-up, when a couple of avid sportsmen are starting to cast their lines...
In Lone Pine Mark lectures Kirk, the local barber, on the advantages of dreadlocks over a conventional haircut, while we take showers in the back. Our next stop is Camp Manzanar National Monument, and Steve enlivens the atmosphere in the van with a few strong comments on Japanese and the role of government... The visit leaves most of us rather somber. An entry in the monument's guest book suggests our President should pay a visit. We agree, but would probably not get it anyway...
We reach the bristlecone pines in the late evening. It's cold again, but we go on a quick hike and check out the trees. Our camp is even higher than yesterday - it's going to be cold.
|Disco in the van.|
|Camp Manzanar, Owens Valley.|
|Deepti contemplating our new campsite.||Group shot at the bristlecone pines|
|Sunset at the bristlecone pines||A very gnarly pine.|
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