Above Lone Pine, I camped near the Alabama Hills and directly below Mt. Whitney.
What a wonderful, glorious suprise to wake up just before dawn, clamber up a rock, and see the sun peeping over the east wall of Owens Valley and hitting Mount Whitney, the highest peak in the continental United States.
A little later, everything had become golden:
You can view a map of my recent travel towards the bottom of my first story in this series.
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