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Today, we’re featuring a beautiful Sierra Nevada travel story from film photographer Lauren Fraser. Here is more from Lauren about her time in the California mountains…
I hadn’t been out of the city since I moved to it 10 months ago. I came down to LA from Northern California last fall. I was craving the lack of noise and a few hundred miles in the car. I headed out after work, immediately feeling freedom as I made my way out of Los Angeles. Highway 14 met up with 395, and I felt a warming sense of calm.
When I arrived in Lone Pine the weather read 107. I needed the sun to go down a bit before I went and set up camp, so I meandered through town, camera in hand. Something about small towns, and the buildings + signs that occupy them, is so enjoyable to me. I later parked up in the hills, wandered a bit, and once the sun had bid farewell for the day I got comfortable.
The Milky Way was really showing off, and, although I was wiped, I got the tripod out and started shooting. I knew my time would be short lived in the morning once the sun crested the eastward hills, so I got up early enough to enjoy the cotton candy hues of the blue hour along with a deafening silence.
I headed north, passing through some familiar favorites. I took my time heading up 395, taking the time to notice and smile at the little things. I took the left turn and anticipated a cool dip in the turquoise jewel. I set myself up on the shore composed of black stones for a good while, eventually packed up and cruised just a touch more north. I dipped off onto the 203 and headed to find a camp spot. The next two days were spent without cell service, and filled with hiking, lake swimming, and hunting for wildflowers.
Heading south, I felt a slight bit of sadness paralleled with a soft feeling of relief and love in my heart. Until next time, eastern Sierras.