Pat saw these wild flowers and pulled over.
Wild Iris.
Streams twisted their way through the meadows.
We rolled into Bridgeport, ate huge club sandwiches at the Bridgeport Inn, tanked up our water bottles and Camelbacks and started back.
We couldn't get enough of the beauty of the meadows before the mountains. We had to stop and take more pictures. I guess we caught the wet season. Most of the time this area is quite arid.
The easy climb over Devil's Gate was not so easy going back. We'd breezed into Bridgeport and now, heading out, we bucked a stiff, relentless headwind.
We took no pictures coming back up 395 over Devil's Gate—we had our heads down as we slogged on against the wind. We turned onto 108 and worked our way up the valley. Here's a view down as we begin climbing again.
In the morning we'd chatted with a couple of locals at the top of Sonora Pass who encouraged us to look for Levitt Falls as we descended. "You have to visit it—but it's easy to miss." We missed it. Climbing back up we made a quest of finding it.
There's a platform overlooking the falls.
It serves as a nice rest stop after a brutal pitch of climbing.