Three years ago I spent 3 days in Lone Pine, great name for a cowboy town, because my car had broken down. Lone Pine is way the heck out on the eastern slope of the Sierras fairly close to Nevada. To pass the time I went to Manzanar, a camp where Americans of Japanese ancestry and their immigrant parents were imprisoned by the United States Government during the war. It is very close to Lone Pine and now I am back.
Lonely, ghostly place.