Good morning, North America the Beautiful, (but precious too few spots as beautiful as here. I had to stop off at my sons' place on the way home, and since today is my weekend, and since it was such a pretty morning, I decided to take the longest way home. I didn't even drive the speed limit a good part of the way, but I did dance with the road when I hit the main hiway again.
They live in the easternmost redwood forest I know of, a few miles out of the fog belt. Blew me away the first time I saw it. Prime young second growth; they have a 2.5 foot tree growing thru their deck. The closest residual forests I know of are about 10 miles west.
Anyway, after leaving their place, I drove the back way thru the valley. The fog was breaking, in some spots just wispy strands. Mornings like this, driving thru the flat fields reminds me of a lot of those WW2 movies, where they show the fog breaking up over the English countryside in late spring/early summer, followed by a cut to bombers warming up. Lots of the fields had horsies, cows, sheep, goats, and deer grazing in the mist; I even stopped to let a fork-ed horn and his lady cross the road. (I chased a rattler off my road yesterday, B4 my redneck neighbors could run it over).
Finally, too soon, back to the main hiway. The shadows were creeping down the forested slopes of the western hills, the east side still completely in shadow. Still some colors out; St. John's Wort, Wild Sweet Pea, Buckeye, Farewell to Spring; Star Thistle beginning to open. 16 miles of curvy, empty 4 line road, got to dance with Dylan etc all the way way to my road. Saw deer, quail, mama and baby turkeys, and that jack rabbit I chase up and down the road all the time. Just another beautiful day in paradise.
Good Night.
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