My adventure into coffee might have began just like yours.
There I was in the Sierra Nevada on an epic backpacking trip. Majestic mountains reflected on the alpine lakes all around. The sky purple and orange as the sun summited the surrounding peaks. In the quiet stillness of early morning I'd boil coffee on my camp stove. Never quite satisfied with the outcome, I begged the gods for better coffee on the trail.
When I returned to civilization I went straight to the first cafe I could find. I came across a whimsical cafe in Mammoth Lakes that was doing things I'd never seen before. They had Yama towers slowly dripping cold brew, timers on their espresso machines, and an overall regard for craft that I didn't know existed.
