Still smokey, but spectacular, nonetheless.
On down into a nearby canyon to the Gold Rush mining town of Washington.
Whose gentle stream stands littered with the rocky remains of past mining conquests.
The beauty of the Sierras now lays amidst peace and quiet since the miners moved on. As the sun fades we make our way back up to the highway and begin heading for home. The view toward Lake Tahoe calls to my heart, but that must be saved for another day.