Nevada sucks. Upon leaving Salt Lake City, I just drove through it. It's just desert, and I have no more to say about it.
The Eastern Sierras of California are unbelievable. I'm not really one to get misty over nature, but I can see why John Muir was a fan.
I was once again able to ride right out of my campsite into town at the "base" of the mountain (where the gondola is) and get to climbing. Which, it turned out, I got to do for ten miles.
The crazy thing was, even with the elevation, it didn't feel like that much mileage or vertical (2,500+ I think?). It was just a constant thrill to be there, surrounded by old growth forest and not much else. A few stubborn piles of snow were still hanging around, which made for interesting challenges, but other than that it was pretty smooth sailing.
The views from the top of the mountain were spectacular. Did my best to share those with you below.
Riding up was fine. Riding down was a blast, and it didn't hurt that there was a brew pub at the base. Cheers til next time.