I knew there would be some extremes involved in this trip, but I had partly planned for this time of year to have the best of spring. Or so I thought. From snow on the first night in Yosemite, through the hundred-plus degree weather in Death Valley, back to snow; it was thirty-two degrees when I came up the side of Lake Tahoe this morning, and there have been flurries all afternoon. This does not stop me enjoying watching flakes falling, from the quiet of an outdoor plunge where the only noise is the wind in the pine trees.
A few pictures of extremities:
|Snowy first day in Yosemite|
|Looking down on Stovepipe Wells, over a hundred degrees|
|Looking up towards Mount Whitney from near the end of the road at 8400'|
|The next day at Badwater salt flats, 280' below sea level|