eastern sierras

Sierra spring

It was remarkable how quickly weather could transition in the Sierra Nevada mountain range of California. A late spring storm coated the rugged terrain with a smooth coat of snow, transforming the dry desert climate to a beautiful winter wonderland. But it didn't take long for this to change. In just 24 hrs, it transformed to its summer sheen, and was not longer the snowscape that it was just a day earlier. These two images show how quickly the weather can vary in the mountains.

Eastern Sierras
CA USA

Meltwater

The spring thaws in the mountains bring about unpredictable dangers in the mountains. The warming temperatures thin the ice on frozen lakes, while meltwater gushing under snowbridges start weakening them. Cornices and avalanche slabs start to lose their strength and easily give way under the weight of a backcountry skier. All of these make it more challenging to traverse snow-capped mountain ranges in this transitional period.

And just like this picture, while it may seem like a pristine winter wonderland, the hidden dangers lay beneath the surface during spring.

Inyo National Forest
CA USA

Colors of the sky

The Eastern Sierras is not just a desert landscape with dry granite peaks, but is a land of glistening lakes and towering mountains where mountain weather comes alive. The first one captures the reflection of the rainbow after a late afternoon thunderstorm, while the next frames the clear reflections of the mountain landscape typical of the Eastern Sierras.

Inyo National Forest
CA USA

Morning Reflections

In an alpine landscape, I normally strive to shoot reflections of the mountains catching the first light of the day. But sometimes, it pays to look in the opposite direction as well.

These were taken minutes apart at the same lake in the pre-dawn light.

Inyo National Forest
CA USA

Summer storms

The dry barrenness of the Eastern Sierras, in the rain-shadow of a range reaching upwards of 14000ft, seems to harbor no interesting weather phenomena except balmy sunny skies or grey snowy conditions. But occasionally, rainclouds creep up and over the towering peaks and descend down onto the rolling plains below. And when that happens, an afternoon thunderstorm forms over the vast open landscape.

I was fortunate to catch the tail end of one as it was dissipating, but still managed to have enough mass to catch the evening light.

Inyo National Forest
CA USA

Mountain Magic

The billowing clouds gathered moisture over the Pacific and moved inland, where it encountered the mighty peaks of the Sierras. Never before had it seen such a formidable foe blocking its path. But as it got closer, it realized the mountains needed help, needed rain.

And the clouds whispered to the mountains, you look a little parched, and then let loose a torrent of rain and snow into the freezing winds.

June Lake Loop
CA USA

One for the Earth

No day passes without news about the endless reckless pillage of the resources of the single planet that currently sustains life. And while that wanton destruction can be gut-wrenchingly painful, I am glad that we have set aside areas for protecting for the future generation. It requires a foresight for selflessness that is hard to find in a society that values short term gains over long term prudence. Let Earth day be a reminder to appreciate this clairvoyance and sense of conservation.

After all, we have but one Earth. Lets take one for the planet. Donate to your favorite earth-friendly non-profit, volunteer with your local charities, or do one little act that will help preserve the delicate balance of nature.

Sabrina Lake Basin

Bishop CA

Morning in the Mountains

It had been a miserable evening. The wind never stopped howling. The rain never stopped beating. The thunder never died. The cold penetrated to my bones. And the thin atmosphere at this high altitude left me bereft of sleep. And it was just the first night of my 7-day solo trek into the heart of the Sierra Nevada

By morning, it seems as though the skies above had forgotten the ferment of last night. Foreboding grey clouds were replaced with puffy whites taking on the golden orange from the rising sun. The winds had been swept away, leaving behind an alpine stillness. The thunder had been replaced with the sweet chirps of mountain birds.

I can never forget that serene sunrise where I had sat there by a tarn, reminiscing what I had been through, and the transformation of both the outside weather and rejuvenation of my inner spirits. This calm mountain morning and the glow of the sun were a kindle to my flustered mind. I was now ready for the next six days.

Kings Canyon National Park
CA USA

Remnants of Summer memories

We don't remember days; we remember moments

As I made my way into a really scenic section of the Sierra Nevadas one early summer, the crisp sound of gurgling water, the fresh breeze carrying cool air from the mountains, and the beautiful vistas of snow-capped peaks under a picuresque sky awaited me. I may not remember my exact footsteps, but memories of the beautiful scenery, of dipping my hot feet in the cold waters of the creek, and of sitting by the shores of one of the innumerable lakes enjoying the afternoon sun, were preserved in a dream-like state.

Such is the draw of forming experiences hiking in the Sierras

Inyo National Forest
CA USA

The Whites of Winter

I had barely expected rain, let alone snow, in the dry Eastern Sierras during a Memorial Weekend a couple of years ago.

And so, when I driving up the steep incline towards North Lake in Bishop Creek Basin, I was rather surprised to see this beautiful dusting of pristine white as soon as I climbed above 7000ft. I had just hiked on a nearby trail the previous day, drenched in sweat and slipping in slushy snow patches along the way, and to experience the vast mountain range coated in this beautiful white was extra-ordinary.

I pulled into the parking lot and made my way on that freezing dawn towards the still shores of the North Lake. And as I came out of the clearing in the trees, the vast valley opened up; the still surface of the lake lay in front of me reflecting the long mountain range dusted in but a mere few inches of snow. And even that was sufficient to transport me to a winter wonderland, and have a completely different experience from just 24h prior.

I captured this beautiful panorama while waiting for the sun to strike the peaks (it never did). I adjusted the color temperature to reflect the frosty dawn I was experiencing.

Bishop Creek Canyon
CA USA