All we had been seeing were great golden colors of Autumn in the Eastern Sierra. We had all but given up on finding a good grove of aspen trees that had the full range of colors. We had stopped to make a U turn and head back the way we came when we spotted a car with its hood up. A universal sign saying they needed assistance. I yelled across the highway and they indicated they could use a jump start if we had cables. I pulled my car so it was facing opposing traffic and pulled up to the nose of his car. As we got out, Miguel saw a grove in the distance with a rouged dual trail you could somewhat call a road which appeared to head down to the distant grove of color. Once we got the other folks going we decided to try the road not knowing just how bad it might get. It sure gave the undercarriage a good brushing but we made it down into a small grove of rainbow colored aspen. The closer we got, the more impressed we became. Color of all shades were everywhere. Standing underneath the grove the translucent leaves were overwhelmingly colorful when lit by the high afternoon sun. We would spend several hours shooting the creek, old shack, even older road and snow covered peaks that surrounded the grove. It was perhaps the very best color we saw the entire trip.

Though we were pressed for time it really paid off to stop and help someone having problems. We got them going on their trip to shoot color and in the process found an area not likely shot by too many others.