A quick trip into the Sierra Nevada
on Highway 88 reveals the boldness
of granite peaks and the gentleness
of the smallest wildflower.
Traveling through the old mining
town of Jackson, the eastern route
winds higher into bluer skies and
scented air. Scattered snow packs
dot the landscape above 7000' even
in early July.
Not the best day for scenic pictures.
Sun too high and few if any clouds
until we started back down the
mountain. And these are just the
digital photos. I took my 35mm Nikon
along, too, but haven't been to the
Nota bene: My botanical labeling
incorporates largely fictional
descriptions. This is a lot more fun
than those boring genus/species