Snowshoeing in Desolation Wilderness

This weekend my housemates and I ventured into the Sierra Nevada with our sights set on the serene Lake Velma. It was just the four of us out there as the mountains were covered in snow and not a soul had brought snowshoes except for us. We trekked for hours and in between the whoops of joy and "stokedness" there were silent moments where we all quietly appreciated our brief escape from the hectic schedules that we are all accustomed to - We walking into the setting sun and gold-tinted slopes had me thinking about how "running-from and going-to" aren't all that different... In fact they might be the same exact thing.