One morning I got up early and drove to Twin Lakes to watch the sun rise because I remembered how the sun lights up one peak at a time, going from left to right, and that’s exactly how it happened. Twenty-five years ago these two lakes, at 6,468 feet elevation, were still mostly wild, but today there are homes all along the shores with much private property, but also some lovely campgrounds that I remember from a long time ago. For the life of me I can’t figure out why people would build homes in such places where winters can be so difficult. There must be more hermits in the world than just me; but on the other hand, then I can’t figure out why they would cluster whole neighborhoods in the middle of nowhere and still live side by side. Oh well, it was lovely, but enough granite to last me a lifetime. LOL