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I drove by Mono Lake the other day. It's about a five hour drive from my home and is located where the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains collide with the Great Basin Desert. There was a spectacular storm brewing on the northern shore and I couldn't resist pulling over.
I don't mean to sound crazy, but it really is a spiritual place.
They say it's one of the oldest lakes in the country - somewhere between one and three million years. There is an interesting story behind it,
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