March 2, 2026
I awoke refreshed after a hard sleep, and scampered over to the window, and pulled back the curtains to a clear and vivid view towards the mountains. “Oh my god, meowtains!” I half whispered, before waking up Lindsey.

First, a list of things:
- The Best Western in Lone Pine is a great little hotel. Affordable rates, great breakfast, and Mount Whitney is right there. I highly recommend it for anyone staying in the area, and I would definitely stay again!
- Lone Pine itself is a great little town with a lot of great restaurants. Usually I can feel a bit indifferent about towns that I am in for adventures, but I really enjoyed Lone Pine and I hope I have a reason to come back someday.
- Mount Whitney is, like, always in your face here. I am not sure why I was thinking it would be hidden away like Mount Elbert’s summit, but nooooo… in your face, taunting one constantly.
When planning this trip, I expected Death Valley to be the top experience, and everything else just filler, but I ended up not feeling that way, and our day in the Lone Pine area was right there sharing the top spot!
After a great breakfast of a plate full of tater tots piled with cheese and salsa (and breakfast tacos if you were Lindsey), I took to sweet talking Mount Whitney, and offering to send a list of references from mountains in the Rockies (if I had listened to the ranger I had tried to bribe the day before, my efforts really should be on sweet talking and bribing the lottery wizardy of recreation,gov… *spoiler alert: I would win the lottery two weeks later on my fourth year trying!). Oh, and we headed for Alabama Hills!


The Alabama Hills National Scenic Area is a wonderland of granite rock formations that offer up hiking, rock climbing, and camping opportunities. As a bonus, many movies were film here, so movie aficionados love to scout filming locations. The most popular hike is the short, 0.6-mile loop to Mobius Arch, a small granite arch that perfectly frames Lone Pine Peak and Mount Whitney in the background. And that is exactly where Lindsey and I were headed to first!



After battling the high temperatures in Death Valley, the upper 50s were a welcomed relief as we started on the trail. Immediately I felt like I was in Moab (with a side of Vedauwoo), with the variety of arches, fins, and eroded rock monoliths all around… except for the massive mountains to the west. Though we were nearly 5000 feet above the superbloom of Death Valley, the wildflowers were waking up, and I was able to spot my first Indian Paintbrush of the season.




Mobius Arch appeared fairly quickly, and we had it to ourselves until the end when a guy appeared. This was nice as we could trade picture taking duties before we continued on our way. I am happy we got an early start and had a bit of solitude, as we begun to pass other hikers near the end of the hike.










We continued on the loop, exploring some of the rock features, and laughing about Lindsey’s housing options she kept coming across.


















With our detours, the hike came in at 0.9 mile. Great little morning hike! We set out on Movie Road, exploring more and seeking out the spot that is all Instagram famous. We found some great rock formations to scramble around in, before turning around so I could “walk all whimsically” down the road towards the mountains while Lindsey took no fewer than 500 photos of me doing so.





One final side quest Lindsey and I came to the decision of doing was driving up to Whitney Portal, which is where the main hiking trail to Mount Whitney starts. I figure I could continue my pleas to the mountain for a permit (this is all kind of funny looking back on now that I have a permit in hand!), and it seemed like a lovely drive. And Lindsey loves trees, and there’s trees there. Whelp, we were thwarted by a road closure…. side quest cancelled.



By now it was brunch-time, so we headed back down to Lone Pine, and the Alabama Hills Cafe. Once again, as the norm of this trip, we had fantastic meals! I definitely will be coming back here to eat (and hopefully buy the “I Hiked Mount Whitney & Ate at the Alabama Hills Cafe” decal).


Now for the main reason we came over to Lone Pine to stay: a visit to Manzanar National Historic Site. A part in an absolutely disgusting chapter of United States history, Manzanar would be the first internment camp either of us had visit. (I have driven by the Heart Mountain Camp in northern Wyoming a dozen times, but it has never worked out where I had a chance to visit.)

In 1942, the United States government ordered more than 110,000 men, women, and children to leave their homes and detained them in remote, military-style camps. Manzanar War Relocation Center was one of ten camps where the US government incarcerated Japanese immigrants ineligible for citizenship and Japanese American citizens during World War II.
National Park Service

Whatever I want to write will not do Manzanar, or any of these camps, justice. The vile racism is just tough to comprehend (but sadly, not really, honestly). Yes, we were at war with Japan. But we were also at war with Germany. Where were the camps for those of German ancestry? Oh yes… that’s right… I digress. But this visit was very emotional and very uncomfortable. I found myself tearing up several times in the visitor center, trying to get ahold of my emotions.


Lindsey and I started our visit with passport stamps and the gift shop, where I purchased training chopsticks which I have wanted for years. The cashier had great humor about it, and told me about all the adults that end up buying them. I also bought a tiny paper crane ceramic figurine for my bookshelf. Then we headed into the museum exhibit hall, which provided a thorough and comprehensive overview into the camps.










We exited into the bright sunshine, hearts and minds heavy. We stashed our visitor center goodies in the car and set out to walk around Block 14, a reconstructed example of the living situation consisting of a mess hall, women’s latrine, and barracks.









Wrapping up Block 14, we hopped in the car to finish out the 3.2-mile auto tour, setting out for Merritt Park, the orchards, and the cemetary. We were originally going to walk, and then realized the sheer size of the camp.

The people incarcerated at Manzanar left a lasting legacy by creating more than 100 Japanese gardens. The most elaborate of the gardens was Merritt Park, named for the camp director, Ralph P. Merritt. Merritt Park served as community refuge from the hardships of camp. After Manzanar closed in 1945, many of the gardens disappeared as debris from demolished barracks, sand, and vegetation covered them. Recent archeological excavations have uncovered and stabilized some of these gardens including Merritt Park. Today you can view what’s left of this symbol of beauty and the resilience of the human spirit.
National Park Service





In 1943 the people in Manzanar decided to erect a monument to honor their dead and skilled stonemason Ryozo Kado was recruited to supervise the work. The cemetery serves as a poignant reminder that some of the over 11,000 Japanese Americans incarcerated at Manzanar never saw freedom again. One hundred and fifty Japanese Americans died while confined in Manzanar during World War II. Many were cremated, in the Buddhist tradition, and some were sent to their home towns for burial. Fifteen people were buried in a small plot of land just outside the camp’s security fence. When Manzanar War Relocation Center closed, the families of nine of the deceased removed the remains of their loved ones for reburial elsewhere. In 1999, NPS archeologists confirmed that six burials remain at the site. The three characters on the front (east side) of the cemetery monument literally translate as “soul consoling tower” ( I REI TO ). The inscriptions were written by a Manzanar Buddhist priest, Shinjo Nagatomi.
National Park Service








After a few hours we emerged from Manzanar a bit stunned and low on energy. We did not really know what to do with the rest of the afternoon, so we headed into Lone Pine to grab gas (as the U.S. just went and started a new Middle East war, and gas was jumping up in price in mere hours), and then turned around and drove north a bit through Independence. Though Mono Lake was just a few hours north, I think we both subconsciously felt tired of sitting in the car, so I suggested we head back to Alabama Hills to take a short walk to the Shark Fin.






After wrapping up the Shark Fin, we stopped to walk the very short geology interpretive trail. I found the most impressive rock formation for Lindsey to move into (an ongoing side quest from this morning), in which she dubbed the Phallus Palace as it was quite phallic indeed. The afternoon ended with watching the sun set behind Candlelight Peak.






It was back to the hotel for Lindsey and I to unwind and continue a postcard writing marathon (we are both Postcrossers!). Finally we decided on the Mount Whitney Restaurant for a late dinner. And for once, I forgot to photography my meal! But we chowed down on amazing homemade tortilla chips, and I enjoyed the “mustang burger,” which was mildly spicy but hit the spot.
Whelp, this adventure is just about wrapped up! Alarms were set for early the next morning so we could get a start on the long drive back to Las Vegas – but don’t worry, adventures were had along with the way, including terrifying caterpillars, calling out bad tourist behavior, and pondering how low Lake Mead can get!
Wow, a little bit of everything here. Absolute heartbreak. Amazing mountain (good to know which peak is which, I can see why it’s so easy to mistake Lone Pine for Whitney). And cool rocks!
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