This winter has been wicked cold at our cabin, a biting 3°F on some mornings, but we’ve had next to no snow. In some ways
Summer Solstice week, and it finally felt like Spring in the high Sierra. While the days were warmer than during our last trip, we
During the early days of the COVID shutdown, Steve and I formulated a perhaps insane plan to attempt a trek to the top of Half
We arrived at our cabin on a sunny but nippy day at the end of April. Twelve-foot-high snow banks still lined our driveway, four feet
This winter has been extreme at our cabin. We’d already gotten 8’ of snow, and more was in the forecast. An avalanche destroyed one house
Our Alpine community was inundated by a blizzard this January. Nine atmospheric rivers flowed through the eastern Sierra, dumping about 8’ of snow over only
The falling snow was beautiful and magical, but relentless. We alternated shoveling the entrances to our cabin and keeping the driveway open
A storm that dropped three feet of snow over 24 hours had us cabin bound, except for brief periods outside to shovel snow and run
On a bright autumn day, it is easy to see why John Muir called the Sierra “The Range of Light.” The aspen trees shimmer