There was barely enough time to get over Mather Pass before sunset. At the top, a chilly wind whipped up and over from the other side. I stopped to get into warmer clothes, tied my bandanna around my neck and pulled my sleeves over my cold hands.
By the time I got to the valley on the other side, the sunset turned the sky pink and the lakes purple. None of the plants were green, but golden yellow. It was dead silent and there were no other hikers as far as I could see. It was easy to imagine I was traipsing over some other uninhabited planet.
