I’m back from a too-short trip up to the Eastern Sierras for some hiking and general escape from screens, WiFi, and all those sorts of things. The hubster and I camped for a week (the last week in June) in the Virginia Creek Canyon, between Lee Vining and Bridgeport.We’d never been to the Eastern Sierras, and started our week with campsite reservations for the first 2 nights at Trumbull lake, an NFS campground we found online. We ended up staying for the week — it turned out to be an absolutely beautiful, spacious and quiet campsite surrounded by limber pines.As is usual for us, we geeked out hard on the wildflowers.We did A LOT of hiking. Like, multiple 5+ hour hikes at altitude, which was something for us cubicle-bound corporate drones. I think the highlight of the week for me was the hike up to Burro pass (also called Summit Pass). There is just nothing like being up on what from a distance seems like such a barren peak — only to be amazed by the wildflowers. All that expanse gives me a profound sense of smallness and calm. I can’t explain it with any justice — needless to say it left me wanted to do more exploring of the high sierras. We also hiked up Green Creek Canyon, which was aptly named (and could just as well have been named “wildflower canyon”), ending at a cluster of alpine lakes. I’ve been meaning to figure out what all these plants I photographed are — I’ll get to that at some point! This is just a sample: a have A LOT of plant photos. Here’s a shot of the meadow next to Trumbull Lake, back at our campsite. Is it silly that this meadow (nature), made me ponder naturalistic garden designs a la Piet Oudolf? An ironic case of nature evoking imitation!