And I soaked in every second with my feet buried in the desert dust below me…
This post comes from our friend Maisy Weiss, the first from her solo road trip…keep an eye out for more of Maisy’s adventures next week!
I had every intention of being in New York City at the beginning of December… plans for museum trips and lunch dates in the Village confirmed. But, as it had done before, the West came calling and I had no choice but to answer.
In a last-minute decision, I swapped out booties for hiking shoes and embarked on a solo road trip throughout California, aiming to see as much of the Eastern Sierras as one could possibly pack into a short week alone on the open road.
My first stop on this adventure was the sleepy little high desert town of Lone Pine. I arrived in the early morning and drove in pitch black through the sandy trails of the Alabama Hills to find anywhere to call home for the night. The Alabama Hills are a range of hills and rock formations that sprawl along the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and with over one hundred different primitive campsites managed by the BLM, it’s easy to spend hours getting lost in this bizarre little wonderland.
I’ve always joked that I’m in a passionate and perpetual love affair between the desert and the alpine. On windswept summits with numb fingers I miss sandy toes, and on sun-drenched desert days I miss the deep snow. Coming to Lone Pine felt like finally coming home. Rose hues of alpenglow cascaded across the snow-capped mountains at sunrise, and I soaked in every second from my home on the valley floor with my feet buried in the desert dust below me. What was supposed to only be a half-day stay turned into three, and I’m still convinced that I left a little piece of my heart and soul nestled away in the otherworldly formations native to the area.
Lone Pine, you’re surreal and wildly beautiful. I’ll be back again soon.
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