Heading out from Bishop on Highway 6 the first town we hit was Tonopah.
Lots of it looks like this.
Somewhere between Tonopah and Ely Mary's Prius rolled 100,000 miles, so we stopped and threw a little party.
By late afternoon we were on Interstate 70 rolling through the San Rafael Swell. Love this country.
We all live on the sandstone submarine!
We spent the night in Grand Junction and completed our long journey into Crested Butte the next day.
The Rockies may not be having the greatest year for snow, but they looked like Shangri La compared to our drought stricken Sierra.
Steve and I needed to stretch the legs after all the driving, so we took a tour up Washington Gulch just outside of Crested Butte.
Found some fresh snow.
Although the skiing was better down here in the slightly sun baked zone.
Mount Crested Butte and the ski area.
Felt great to get out and get some fresh air.
We were feeling ready for the big traverse!
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