Friday, May 25, 2018

I saw no onions, and I wouldn't call it a valley

I suppose Onion Valley looks like a valley from the tops of the surrounding peaks. But having come up from the Owens Valley (a long, wide space between two mountain ranges) the place seemed more like a bowl.

Nonetheless, it’s an impressive place. Jagged ridges of bare stone, conifers, a campground and at least one waterfall.

The real drama, though, is the drive up. And down. It’s a steep road with a lot of switchbacks and few guardrails. But the Rolling Steel Tent made it up without overheating, and down without going off a cliff.

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