A fast moving snowstorm blows over a grove of aspen trees in full autumn colors and covers the high Sierra peaks in a light dusting of snow. Sunlight breaking through the cloud cover danced off the leaves in the light breeze. As the cold air blows down off the Sierras the trees seem to shiver in the breeze as they drop their leaves in the breeze. After having spent two days looking for good color we finally hit gold as we traveled northward toward the small town of Bridgeport along the Eastern side of the Sierras.