Here is where it feels home to me! Where the highest point in continental America meets the lowest; the natural erosion shaped boulders in different sizes spread in the Owens Valley in the most random way, we’re talking size of a house or even bigger, with the backdrop of High Sierra peaks chiseled by ice and snow. This is where the heat and cold compete and makes a knot. This is God’s Playground, where the oldest living trees on the planet still stand strong, overlooking the world below passing by…including me.
