High Desert, photo by Harold Davis.

Julian and I continued our adventures. We left the shores of Mono Lake, and drove towards Bodie in the High Desert.

It was getting late. Crossing into BLM land, we took a side dirt road, and then a side dirt road off that that led to an abandoned mine.

We pulled the car off the road, and made camp. The stars began to come out. We made a small sage brush fire, and toasted marshmallows.

Even though the day had been hot, the high desert night got cold. We were alone in a brilliant universe filled with points of light and shooting stars.

In the morning, the desert was golden, and we could see the Sierras on the horizon.