Wintertime at Mono Lake
Through all the phases of water here, through all the natural and unnatural explanations for the origins of the tufa towers, one truth stands: Mono Lake in the still of a cold day is a spectacle quite unlike any other. Not another human being was in sight or earshot thanks to the chill. As I slowly roamed the shoreline, treading alternately through snow, grass, alkaline mud and water, a peaceful appreciation for the all-around beauty of the place overcame me. Perhaps this was, indeed, a John Muir moment.
5 ESE Lee Vining CA (20 Jan 6), looking NW.