Solitary Confinement
Deep in the mountain forest, many miles from anything resembling a town, far from camp, I had seen no people, no cars, for some time. The only sounds were bird calls and the vague muttering of the wind. Standing on a ridge, looking out across the mountains,
Mountain Moonrise & Dante's Sunset
The sun was settling low over the Panamint Mountains to the west. It was the subject that held the attention of the handful of people standing along the narrow ridge called Dante's View, atop the adjoining Amargosa Mountains to the east. Between the ranges lay the vast salt basin of Death Valley. Like the others, I had driven up to Dante's View and then walked out along the dirt trail to watch the sunset. With a few clouds ringing the horizon the setting sun created a wonderful show, grabbing everyone's attention.