
The Sierra Trail
The first time Eliza saw the Sierra Nevada, she thought they were mountains of glass. Snow glinted off jagged peaks like shattered mirrors, and the air smelled of pine and iron. She tightened her grip on the reins, her knuckles…
The first time Eliza saw the Sierra Nevada, she thought they were mountains of glass. Snow glinted off jagged peaks like shattered mirrors, and the air smelled of pine and iron. She tightened her grip on the reins, her knuckles…