The largest concentration of Tufa are found along the southern end of Mono Lake. As one approaches the boardwalk, the eerie towers are unmistakable as they dot the mid morning landscape.
Large bushy tailed squirrels, colorful birds, and a lone rabbit grazing are my three companions as I walk among the tufa. The salty air is thick and heightens my senses.
It is quiet, as though I am the last remaining person on this world. Could I survive here, am I prepared?
The sun is warming up as it rises higher in the sky. A single bead of sweat travels down the wrinkles on my face, holds onto a grey whisker for a moment, then falls to the dry ground.
I recognize the sign.
