Clouds had started forming along the crest of the Sierras when I turned up Glacier Lodge Road, but I pressed onward. The road ends at a campground and trailhead. The tree canopy blocked most of the view, so I headed up the trail to see what I could see. The glacier, perhaps. Or a waterfall.
The trail rose a little, a gap opened in the trees, the clouds parted some and, ah, there we go.
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