And hail where we were. (That is hail in my hair)
The tree has both male and female pine cones. The little purple cones are the immature female cones, the large brown cone is a mature female and the small brown fuzz close to the branch is the male pine cone.
Everything about this tree is slow. The pine needles last 30-40 years. It makes you feel young standing in front of these ancient organisms.
The trees grow at high elevations in white dolomitic soil that is hostile to most other organisms.
It seems to be a good survival strategy. Even this tree that looks mostly dead has a small living branch which is probably older than we are.
On the way out we stopped at a view point to gaze at the Sierras across the valley. Just below the cloud layer you can see the glaciers of the southern Sierra.
or you can just see us having an adventure
Our side trip into the White Mountains took a little longer than we had planned so we were getting pretty tired of the road by the time we were stopped for road construction near Mono Lake. But we looked out the window and Calvin took a picture of another great vista. There is beauty everywhere if you take time to look.