I have to admit it, I’m hooked to the Sierra Mountains. This time around, there was a storm so it was extra serene and peaceful. Every element seemed different. You could hear the dew drops falling off of tents in our group as people woke up to start a fire. Every cup of tea was so. dang. good. The fire was smaller, but warmer. The lake water had a layer of fog that was daunting, yet inviting, and also deceptive kind of like a hot spring mirage amidst 40-something degree weather. You couldn’t see the stars, but you could see a thunderstorm making it’s way north – lightning striking every minute or so.
All these photos were taken by the wicked talented Clifford Ho.
Happy birthday, Ryan.