Many of the mountains’ best sights—unlikely as it seems—are waiting for you to discover them
Much of Bridgeport’s Main Street is vintage 1880, from the old brick general store to the stately white Mono County Courthouse, built to serve the silver and gold mines that sprang up nearby. And in summer, the town feels equally classic, with July Fourth roping and barrel-racing contests at the rodeo grounds, old-timers debating the latest fishing report over prime rib at the 1877 Bridgeport Inn, and backpackers filing out of the mountains for a post-wilderness soft-serve at the Jolly Kone, easily spotted by its firehouse red paint.
The simple big-sky view from downtown is spectacular. Bisected by the East Walker River, Bridgeport’s grassy valley spreads out flat as a cow pie, the view broken only by the Sierra Crest at Sawtooth Ridge, where serrated granite peaks soar to 12,000 feet.