Horseshoe Meadow, part 2
After shuttling to the top of Horseshoe Meadow Road at approximately 10,000 feet in elevation, I conducted a steep blitzkrieg down the mountainside to Lone Pine, roughly 6000 feet below. Given my speed, rough pavement, hairpin turns, and lack of guardrails, the road demanded my full attention. Fortunately, from top to bottom I encountered less than a dozen vehicles—all on the way up—until I reached Highway 395. I did manage to slam on the brakes a few times in order to stop and snap photos.
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So, I’m looking at your pictures and I’m thinking, “damn, that scenery looks pretty familiar–especially that view of the dry Owen’s Lake–I wonder if that’s the same road my buddy and I took up into the Sierras with no spare tire?”
I dug up my old journal of that trip, and sure enough, that was it. Cottonwood Lakes was recommended to us by a couple we met on the trail up to Telescope Peak. We camped at the National Forest campground at the end of the road and that night we met a group of college students who were interning for the USGS up there. They went out into the field in the morning, worked all day, and camped in the campground every night for two weeks straight. They joined us at our site on that very cold evening. We had a roaring fire going, we had beer and whiskey, and I’m guessing we might have been the first people they had seen camping that high in October. And those guys and gals could party–especially the one who identified herself as “a rogue Mormon.”
I should have known. I think sometimes you and I tend to gravitate toward the same kind of remote places. On the other hand, I don’t think I’ve encountered a party-hardy rogue Mormon camper woman yet. I’ll keep my eyes open!
A stunning ride, great pictures!