Mono Lake
Nestled at the crown of the Eastern Sierra is a magnificent expanse of mineral- rich water that has gushed out of hot springs and filled its basin with wonders. Where some springs gushed now stand their petrified remains, the tufa towers Mono Lake.
I will never forget the first time I took my son Tadeh to the shores of Mono Lake... His jaw
dropped as soon as he read the first sign next to the boardwalk, when he realized that we’re walking along what would have been the lake bottom several decades ago... Mono Lake was saved before he was born, and slowly grows, but the tufa towers stand, fossilized remains of hot springs exposed as the lake was emptying into the thirst of Los Angeles, reminders of our greed.
One never forgets their first view of Mono Lake, whether descending from Bridgeport or crossing the windswept plain to its south... The calm beauty of the lake is unparalleled, but visit the lake on a windswept day, and the illusions of calmness one has conjured for such a majestic body of water quickly disappear. The wind beats the lake into a froth, and wave after wave piles onto the shore, forming pools and seeding the wind with its unique brand of salt. To see a thunderstorm raging above the lake is as close as I will get to sailing the open sea in a storm... Calm or not, the lake is a perfect mirror for the pink blushes of the Sierra at dawn, and for the golden colors of sunrise and sunset.
Read MoreI will never forget the first time I took my son Tadeh to the shores of Mono Lake... His jaw
dropped as soon as he read the first sign next to the boardwalk, when he realized that we’re walking along what would have been the lake bottom several decades ago... Mono Lake was saved before he was born, and slowly grows, but the tufa towers stand, fossilized remains of hot springs exposed as the lake was emptying into the thirst of Los Angeles, reminders of our greed.
One never forgets their first view of Mono Lake, whether descending from Bridgeport or crossing the windswept plain to its south... The calm beauty of the lake is unparalleled, but visit the lake on a windswept day, and the illusions of calmness one has conjured for such a majestic body of water quickly disappear. The wind beats the lake into a froth, and wave after wave piles onto the shore, forming pools and seeding the wind with its unique brand of salt. To see a thunderstorm raging above the lake is as close as I will get to sailing the open sea in a storm... Calm or not, the lake is a perfect mirror for the pink blushes of the Sierra at dawn, and for the golden colors of sunrise and sunset.
