A decision to make, a fork in the trail requires a choice and there is no bad one. The air is thin but crisp and clean and it feels like the scenery goes on forever. You inhale and the air is sweet with the light scent of the forest. Autumn in the Eastern Sierra Mountain Range has arrived and it’s simply a paradise of color and light. The crowds of summer have passed and the campgrounds are mostly empty except for a few hardy souls who brave the cold nights next to a campfire. You can’t help but be moved emotionally by the calmness of the moment.