We continue down 395 past Obsidian Dome to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest in the White Mountains. It was worth the hot drive through the beautiful but hot Owens Valley to climb to this forest at a sunny 10,000 feet.
Looking through these awesome trees you can see the far mountains, the Sierras?
White dolomite in the ground is one reason these ancient trees grow here. One of the living things here isn't 4,000 years old. Can you find her?
Dolomite visible among the roots.
On the downward slope the dolomite disappears, as do the bristlecones. The slope reminds me of a grand rock garden with red rock and all colors of wildflowers carefully planted between the rocks.
This fallen log in the shade of a tree is a perfect place for a picnic lunch, especially when both trees are bristlecone pines!
The young greenery you see behind the picnic site are these 'foxtails' of soft green needles.
The ancient trunks are beautifully gnarled.
Emotionally Unable To Omit Even One Picture,
With Heart
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