Even at midday, the views of Mount Whitney from the Lone Pine Trail are breathtaking (or maybe that was a combination of steep slope and altitude?).
I was very fortunate to have a storm engulf Mount Whitney in the afternoon sun, while I was at a point where I could see and try to capture the magic of that moment.
Yeah, that's a keeper…
So now I am in the Cascades, approaching home, relaxing just south of Mount Shasta. I don't expect to see the Sierras for another year.