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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