Last week we spontaneously hopped in the car on a Friday afternoon, drove four hours north to Bishop, grabbed some awesome barbecue, crashed in a guest house and set off the next morning to find some autumn colour - something we don’t get much of in Los Angeles. It did not disappoint!
Trout idled in the placid stream below the lake. Aspens in autumn garb whispered and nodded to each other and, in the high country, the keen of distant wind. Below, the world held its breath and stillness reigned.