We were in the heart of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. For weeks now we’d been guests in the Range of Light, the Sierras had become familiar and friendly. We walked through meadows of wildflowers and over mountain passes, past glacial lakes and under the canopies of alpine forests.

Though my pack was loaded there was a lightness in my step. Every day of walking brought forth something new and beautiful. 

I am glad I do not need to put into words the awe that the Sierra Nevada Mountains instill. This is a photographic documentary afterall. If its words you’re after you’d be better off with John Muir.