The Real Mingos of Mono Lake

While the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain (and by Spain, I mean LA where it is raining cats and dogs), I have visions of blue skies — and pink mingos — in my head.

Fred Baby and I were so excited to return to Mono Lake. And with a “friend” in tow.

If you haven’t yet been, GO!

It’s a magical moonscape about 30 minutes from Mammoth. It’s become a tradition to take the road less traveled when heading up to San Francisco for Thanksgiving or Christmas. We stay the night at the Westin Mammoth Lakes, have a hearty warm meal by the fire at Petra’s and then wake up to this. After breakfast, we hit the road for Mono Lake, a place Bonnie first told me about. And I’m so glad she did.

SHOP THE LOOK: 

Jacket: Cynthia Rowley | Sweater: Cynthia Rowley (on sale!) |: Skirt: Cynthia Rowley (60% off!)| Sunglasses: old but simialr here | Shoes: old bit similar here

Photography by Fred Baby

p.s. More peeks of Mono Lake here & here.