After filling our tummies with buttermilk pancakes, we headed up US395 toward The Fossil Falls and the surrounding black lava flow. Jean found a few flowers tucked among the black rock. I liked her shot of Guterrezia microcephla (that's what she called it!) in the midst the black lava.
We pulled into Lone Pine to find it was sprawling up and down the highway and the movie-struck town has a new Movie and Film Museum. We accelerated the Dream Machine up the foothills toward the Alabama Hills (locations for numerous Western and Sci-Fi movies)—a good test for over-heating the engine. The Rialta passed with flying colors, so we settled down to some serious photography. I've shown one monster that lives in these flame-red rocks (You have to use your imagination.). My favorite of the trip is this interpretation of Mount Whitney.
