The Eastern Sierras in the Winter is close to epic.
Imagine this for a weekend:
Dirtbagging in the back of the truck with a number of down layers in below freezing temps just steps from the river. Attempting to brew coffee on the tailgate first thing in the morning with an energy bar in one hand and a banana in the other. Carefully maneuvering around the small herds of cows in order not to startle the bull. Eating pasta, pasta, pasta, and, you guessed it, more pasta. When daylight resides, strapping on the headlamp for a little climbing exercise on some world-renown boulders. Getting to know a friend even better than before. Not seeing another soul for hours on end. Oh, and also, all this in the hopes of landing known Brown Trout the size of your arm.
Now, that is a well-spent weekend.
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