Dear Eastern Sierra, you are the only rehab I’ll ever need. But I could really do without the 
rest of these tourists searching out North Lake fall colors.
North Lake Fall Colors: Because Pumpkin Spice Can’t Compete With This View
Some people go to spas for their zen. I limp into the Eastern Sierra with my dog, pretending my ankle isn’t plotting revenge. Totally worth it for these colors. First day of vacation = nailed it.
And then the government shutdown happened.
Because of course it did.
Luckily, we had booked private campgrounds for the next two weeks, which means I get to keep my vacation instead of rage-screaming at the evening news. (If those pot-smoking politicians could pull their heads out of their butts for two seconds, that’d be great. K? Thanks.)
When you’re a hiking guide, a government shutdown isn’t just a nuisance—it’s a government shit show. National forests are technically closed, which means no hiking tours, no Jeep tours, and no income unless you know your way around private land. Spoiler alert: I do.
That is fall in the Eastern Sierra: where the leaves are brighter than my mood after six days of camping in freezing temps, dry shampooing my soul,and trying not to yell at CNN.
Camper Hair, Don’t Care
After eight nights at Creekside RV Park, I can honestly say: full hookups, hot showers, and 35-degree mornings make me appreciate civilization again. Sure, I’d rather be boondocking in the forest, letting my Catahoula rescue dog sprint through the aspens like a maniac, but sometimes you need unlimited hot water after a sweaty hike. Especially when you are camping like a PSL-loving bad ass and it’s cold out at 10,000 feet in October. Like, thank God, I packed my fleece overalls and also I may have been wearing them for eight days straight.
Don’t get me wrong—my hair looked great thanks to my new cut, but I was five days deep into “camper’s hair.” Spoiler: I did not look like one of those influencers posing lakeside with a Pumpkin Spiced Latte and perfect curls. And I definitely did not smell like them.
Lake Sabrina, Not What You Think
Pro tip: Lake Sabrina rhymes with a part of the female anatomy. Don’t pronounce it like a tourist. My family has been hiking and fishing these mountains since Model Ts chugged up Highway 395, and we will judge you accor
dingly.
And while we’re clearing things up—please, for the love of grammar—it’s the Eastern Sierra, not “the Sierras.” You can always tell who’s from West Hollywood when they pluralize mountain ranges.
North Lake Madness (and How to Avoid It)
Let’s talk about North Lake, the holy grail of fall colors—and hell on earth by 10 a.m. on a Saturday in October. It’s wall-to-wall influencers, ring lights, and designer dogs in sweaters. I swear, I saw one woman changing outfits behind an aspen tree.
Thank God we were hiking up to Piute Lake, a good ten miles uphill from the madness. When we got to the Piute Pass Trailhead, there were only two cars parked there. Two! That’s how I like it—quiet, crisp air, and no one shouting, “Can you take our pic for the ‘gram?”
How to Actually Enjoy North Lake Fall Colors Without Sitting in a Line of Teslas
The road up to North Lake? A one-lane dirt adventure with sheer cliffs, no guardrails, and a healthy dose of “you might die here” energy. It’s basically a natural filter for tourists. Every time I drive it, I imagine the Tesla drivers from Marina del Rey clutching their oat milk lattes, wondering where they can pull over to change their pants.
Pro Tips for Sanity and Fall Color Glory
If you want the best leaf-peeping experience at North Lake or Lake Sabrina, here’s what you need to know:
Go early. Leaf peepers sleep in. Be on the road by 6 a.m.
Avoid weekends. Unless you love parking nightmares and drone buzz.
Bring snacks. Try my Autumn Spice Apple Muffins — perfect for a pre-hike breakfast.
Or bake up some Cinnamon Raisin Bread from Dashley’s Kitchen Blog before you go. Add Irish butter, and you’ll forget you’re freezing your butt off at 10,000 feet.
🥾 Hikes Without Crowds (aka Sanity Savers)
If your goal is fall colors and solitude, skip the selfie mobs and hit one of these trails instead:
🥇 Piute Pass Trail — 9 miles round trip, 2,000 feet gain. Starts in golden aspen groves and climbs to alpine lakes like Loch Leven and Piute Lake—great for fall fishing.
🥈 Lamarck Lakes Trail — Not as Insta-famous, but just as stunning. Gorgeous aspens early on and almost no crowds.
🥉 Blue Lake Trail — 6 miles round trip from Lake Sabrina, easy to moderate, with nonstop color. The aspens are glorious, and the fishing’s great in fall.
We hiked this one during a full-on snowstorm, and let’s just say the influencers weren’t ready. I saw people in shorts, one water bottle between them, slipping all over the granite. PSA: if you twist an ankle out here during a government shutdown, no one’s coming for you. Search and Rescue is on hiatus, sweetie.
The Eastern Sierra is magical in the fall — even if it’s crawling with tourists who think North Face counts as wilderness chic. Get up early, hike farther than the crowd, and find your zen in the aspens.
Because honestly, the North Lake fall colors don’t need a filter. And neither do you (but maybe some dry shampoo).
