I think most Americans have a sense of identity when it comes to their home state, more so than the country itself. If you're not from here that might sound strange - but given that the whole of this land mass could fit into the entire EU every state is like its own country. Culture varies from county to county, from north to south and I'm no different. This state has helped shape who I am.
I am that annoying person who brags about In'n'Out and that our donuts are the best. That we have everything you ever could want within a days drive from valley to sea and the wine that lay between, but our crowing achievement? The thing that sets us apart the world over? - The Sierra Nevada Mountains, lovingly The Range of Light.
A dramatic slab of the earths crust rising to 14,505 feet at its pinnacle and travels north for 400 miles until it kisses the Cascades. I will never shut about high alpine lakes and granite, or meadows that glow in the afternoon sun. I'm convinced that if there's a Heaven it looks like Kings Canyon. This is my hill and I gladly die upon it.
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”
Images that are Authentic, Adventurous & Timeless
