Since I was two years old, my family has been making an annual pilgrimage to June Lake, a pristine lake situated high in the Eastern Sierras of California. Life got the best of us in recent years and we've skipped the past few summers; this August is our first year back at it, with all of the old characters making appearances - Leon Gull, Atticus Finch, Return of The Jodi and, of course, Mr. Bishop.
This is a trip we all adore incredibly fiercely, though it's difficult to adequately communicate just how deep that love goes, and why. This year's Pump-Up Letter, as written by the venerable Patrick Diller, puts it into words more perfectly than I ever could:
Getting there was quite a long travel day for moi: 4am wake up call for a 6:30am flight out of LaGuardia, brief stop in Houston which required a full sprint from one plane to the next, touch down in LA just before noon, renting a car from the most ghetto hole-in-the-wall shop ever (thanks a lot, Priceline), then finally hitting the road toward June. My fam was headed across the state around the same time I was, so we planned to meet in Mojave so Leigh could jump from their car to mine and I wouldn't be stuck driving the whole way alone. They ended up getting to there slightly before I did, so Leigh was stuck waiting in a sketchy McDonalds for a bit, but I picked her up a half hour later and off we went.
Highway 395 is long and beautiful and boring. I was very grateful to have a passenger along for the ride.
Not-so-pretty Lake Crowley.
Coming up over Oh! Ridge...