We then drove down to Lee Vining. I stopped the car outside Nicely's Restaurant and gave Stuart a call to see if he was home. Stuart didn't answer so I left a message on his machine then joined Cindy in Nicely's for a very late lunch. After lunch Cindy drove the car for the first time on the trip. We planned on driving as far as we could down the eastern Sierra towards Death Valley before we got tired. We made it as far as Lone Pine which is right before the turn-off to Death Valley. Cindy booked us into the hotel that night, but discovered much to her disappointment that she had lost her drivers license, credit card and phone card. I discovered that Cindy had left her passport with visa back in Santa Cruz, which meant that Cindy now looked a lot like one of those `illegal aliens' that I had been reading about in California newspapers.

The next morning at breakfast in the hotel lobby I noticed on the wall a reproduction of a famous Ansel Adams photo of Mount Whitney that must have been taken within a few hundred yards of the hotel. I decided I would get that image on film too so I walked across the highway and took a photo with the 50mm lens.