During the summer in the central valley, the Sierra Nevadas are often hidden behind a persistent haze, but, periodically, they peak out and remind you that you are at the feet of giants.
I am starting to read through Kim Stanley Robinson’s book about the Sierra Nevadas. I will have more to say about it as I finish it, but for now I will leave with this poem about the mountain range from Joaquin Miller:
The Sierra Nevadas
Serene and satisfied! Supreme! As lone
As God, they loom like God’s archangels churl’d;
They look as cold as kings upon a throne;
A line of battle-tents in everlasting snow.
Jordan Mattox 
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