Convict Lake

The winds this day were gusting at something like 60-70mph at the water’s surface, causing mist to peel off and swirl high into the air. As you can imagine, the most powerful gusts were headed right towards where I stood on the small bridge separating the lake from the creek. Waves smashed against the rocks and I was nearly certain some unfortunate tree would break under the unrelenting force. It was a beautiful and humbling time to be here, at one of my favorite places.

by Cody William Smith

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