There was a junction ahead. A choice presented itself. Turn west as planned or continue north? The latter option would mean backtracking in a couple of days. But it also meant one of my favorite locations. And showers at the hostel. So I continued on to Lone Pine and Alabama Hills instead of crossing the bottom of the Sierras.
I’d left a month ago because it was getting chilly. And I was getting antsy. But I’m back for one last visit until spring.
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