Flying again from SFO to PHL, the Sierra from 33,000 feet has lost most of its snow. Mount Dana's two main couloirs are still full of white, but granite is now the dominant note.
No mountains in my travel plans until August 18's arrival in Bariloche. Work can obscure their absence for days, but they always return. Looking West of Mono Lake for Dana (picture: in midwinter from the plateau) and Tioga Pass is an irresistible draw, not a simple pleasure. Each memorable turn costing a blurr of breaths and steps on an icy slope.