The Aspens of the Eastern Sierra live in a geography of soaring mountain peaks, meeting the wide expanses of the high desert, bisected by cool mountain streams fed by snowmelt. It’s easy to find peace and solitude there, and I can think of few things as fine as a warm autumn afternoon laying in an Aspen grove, listening to the quiet rustle of their leaves.
Every autumn they perform a symphony on the eastern flanks of the great Sierra Nevada mountain range, as the grand Aspen trees put on their autumn splendor. Every performance is unique, affected by the previous winter's snowfall and the seasonal conditions. I’ve seen years where the color was translucent and lingered for weeks, and others where a sudden freeze turned the leaves black overnight.