My life long love affair with US 395 and the Eastern Sierras all started because I was going backwards. That’s right, in reverse. I had no idea what was ahead of me, only what was behind me. And I loved every minute of it. All Images Are Registered With The United States Copyright…
Let me just start by saying that I’m from Los Angeles. Which means, quite frankly, that I don’t think of driving as a means of pleasure. In fact, it’s more like cage fighting. Every man for himself, bare knuckled and bloody. The only time I look to the side of the highway is to unfurl…