We packed up Saturday after a bit of a long night - whether it was from the long day in the sun or a bad food reaction, Cora had a headache Friday night, and Violet threw up around midnight. Stace and I worked hard to clean it up, and thankfully she felt fine Saturday morning.
We said good-bye to Michelle and Rob, and then drove to the Mammoth Mountain area. We visited the beloved Schatt's Bakkery to pick up lunch, and took it to one of the area lakes.
This is Lake Mary. We struggled to find parking - with overseas travel and many other travel plans messed up for so many people, the SoCal lakes have been a popular destination.
But when we found a place to put the car, it was easy enough to find a quiet spot on the lakeshore.
So peaceful and beautiful! Even if the lack of fishing luck continued.
On our drive home, I had one more historical and educational stop to make - the Manzanar Relocation Camp, where thousands of Japanese-Americans were forced to live during WWII.
Between the foreboding Sierra skyline and the armed guards on the towers, it must have felt like being in prison, simply because of your heritage.
America is a great country. But we have some very disturbing parts of our past to reckon with.
The memorial to those who died while interred.
Our last stop - we pulled over in Lone Pine to get a photo of the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States - Mt. Whitney, which is over Stace's head. It's 14,505 feet, and not that far from Death Valley, the lowest elevation in the U.S. at 282 feet BELOW sea level.
We carried on, and made it home before 8 p.m. A very successful road trip, with lots of memories made in the 2,700 miles traveled.
2 comments:
Just went through all your trip pics! Hadn't seen them all. What a great memory for you.
Love you! Aunt Patty
That was a brilliant trip for you all , so glad you enjoyed it ,we missed seeing you though. Beautiful pics. Love you Lots Mum and Dad xxxxxxxxxxxx
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