With a cold wind blowing from the hills who would say no to a view of Mt. Whitney from your room and a hot tub downstairs. If only the cranky one hadn’t packed his car keys with the tent we could probably stay here forever. Word is John Wayne’s favorite room was # 22.
Despite the briskness at 10,000 feet some of these trees have been putting on rings for 5,000 years. Ah the Bronze age, I remember those days, they were building the pyramids. f
With uncertain grace Malika cooked, served and bussed her bistro. French dining had been a least expected delight after a handful of nuts provided the fuel for subzero explorations of the windswept Bristlecone Pines up at 10000 feet.