Autumn in the Eastern Sierra is captivating, stunning, and evanescent. I've romped and reveled in several autumns here and every year the season seems to retreat as quickly as it arrived. The leaves ignite like flashing fireworks putting on one last breathtaking show before they drift to the ground to be tucked in for winter by a white blanket of snow. I have learned to savor the season until the last brilliant leaf flutters to the ground.
A few experiences that I delight in every year...
