Part 18: My favorite shot of the trip
Part 18 There is a small tarn that sits along the cross country route from here into the Miter Basin. It is nestled high up along the rim of the basin and I very much wanted to photograph it at sunset, so with about 3 and a half hours of daylight left I told Hester of my plan and he decided to join me. The altitude was no longer bothering him and he was feeling much better. We made our way north, uphill through the forest until we broke though the other side and the terrain turned to sandy, boulder strewn mountainside with cliffs rising to the east. We crossed the sandy slopes which then turned to slabs and a maze of ledges. Several times we came to a drop off and had to turn around and look for another way, but we eventually came to a spot where the view opened and below and before us lay the sparkling blue tarn embraced by green swaying grass. Beyond that lay the Miter Basin and the peaks that held it. (Joe Devel Peak 13327, Mt Pickering 13474, Mt LeConte 13960, Mt Mallory 13845, The Miter 12770, and farther off Mt McAdie 13799) From here we dropped down until we stood within the grasses that grew around the tarn. We explored the area, enjoying the view and taking pictures. Then we both sat down in the shade of boulders, along a creek that flowed from the tarn and relaxed listening to the gentle sound of water tumbling over rocks. “I can listen to this all day long.” said Hester. I agreed with him, “So can I.” … After a short nap the shadows had grown longer, and the peaks glowed a little warmer. Sunset was now not far off. Hester stood on the southern shore looking north and I stood on the western shore looking east. I was wanting to get Mt. Corcoran and the Iridescent Spires rising over the tarn in the alpine glow, but I was disappointing with that so I rushed around trying to find a better composition, but I struggled to find a good one. Then Hester called out, almost reading my mind, “Check out the view from this side!” I made my way over to him and stood next to him on a large white granite boulder. The view from here was perfect, absolutely beautiful, and in my opinion the best photo of the entire trip. After getting the shot that I wanted I focused on photographing the surrounding area. Once I got all the shots I could I took some time to just enjoy the view. Before the last rays of light faded, I don't remember who said it, but one of us suggested we start heading back to camp before it got too dark and the other agreed. When we reach the lake and our campsite there was still a nice orange, pink and purple glow to the west, a thin sliver of an infant moon hanging over the shadowy trees and a few bats gliding across the surface of the lake in the fading twilight.