The road out to Lone Pine is dramatic; a climb to 5;000 feet from sea level, a long sweeping drop down to the bottom again into a salt pan than runs like a river, passing sand dunes blown into one corner and striped strata of rock - then up again in another set of hairpins, passing joshua trees silhouetted against the sunset and dust on the track that hangs in the air long after a vehicle has rattled along it, and looping round to a vista that lays out the whole valley from dunes to salt to peaks. The road keeps on climbing into the dusk and then down to the freeway and although we thought we might push on to Bishop, the lights and motels and restaurants in Lone Pine drew us in. Excellent dinner at the Merry go Round; steak and lamb and quite delicious green beans and a very drinkable local Mohave Red ale. And now for a little late night writing and then for Mono Lake in the morning...
Lowest point of our journey; I use my fifth hand
The road out to Lone Pine is dramatic; a climb to 5;000 feet from sea level, a long sweeping drop down to the bottom again into a salt pan than runs like a river, passing sand dunes blown into one corner and striped strata of rock - then up again in another set of hairpins, passing joshua trees silhouetted against the sunset and dust on the track that hangs in the air long after a vehicle has rattled along it, and looping round to a vista that lays out the whole valley from dunes to salt to peaks. The road keeps on climbing into the dusk and then down to the freeway and although we thought we might push on to Bishop, the lights and motels and restaurants in Lone Pine drew us in. Excellent dinner at the Merry go Round; steak and lamb and quite delicious green beans and a very drinkable local Mohave Red ale. And now for a little late night writing and then for Mono Lake in the morning...
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