Bennet Bergman attends Deep Springs College in California and will be writing about his life in the Sierras. Read Volume I and II here and stay tuned for more “Notes From Deep Springs” in the coming weeks.
The floor of the valley I live in is covered in desert scrub—mostly sagebrush—so even in the wettest months of the year the desert barely achieves a greenish hue. To be sure, Deep Springs has a sparing beauty for its thousand shades of dust, and climbing a ridge to watch the occasional storm spill over the lip of the valley is striking in its own right. But spend a few months out here and you start dreaming jungle scenes. With that in mind, last weekend I tripped up to Dead Horse Meadow in the White Mountains, where I was told I could find some real greenery. It’s true, it’s up there—something short of a jungle, but not half bad.