As we headed north from Lone Pine, the clear air gave way to a thick
fog in the Mono Basin. Its perimeter was marked by hoar frost on every
plant; the tufa towers protruding from the lake were surreal below the
fog; and, once out of the fog, the view south to the edge of the
Sierra and the White Mountains was amazing. Normally, I hate the ice
fog, but this was pretty nice to see.