Off to Napa for a few days. Through LA...
And past the Quercus lobata in Gorman Pass...
And through the Central Valley, now awash in fruit trees...
To a place familiar yet alien, a part of California with much more water.
The last photo was all I could get of the place. It was getting dark as we arrived, and it was raining, and I was tired.
We passed a 10 K race with thousands of runners near Van Nuys, and a CHP slowdown of the entire I-5 northbound interstate highway in Bakersfield to save a small black dog wearing a little red harness that was running on the road (well worth the wait: they appeared to be saving him, Yay CHP!!!), and a stop at a fast-food place where I had the only healthy thing on the menu, which was a fresh fruit cup, and to my surprise, the fruit was actually ripe), and while I was being surprised by the freshness of the fruit, a bus full of Mariachi musicians stopped at the fast food place, with a small daughter of one of them yawning in her pajamas, and we got a little lost and ended up driving through Wasco, the Rose Capital Of California, and it was pouring rain in the East Bay where the wind farm is near Tracy, and I was sore afraid of an unfamiliar freeway of puddles and potholes, but we got past it.
But no pictures of any of that--which is a road trip. The best things don't wait to be photographed.
And past the Quercus lobata in Gorman Pass...
And through the Central Valley, now awash in fruit trees...
To a place familiar yet alien, a part of California with much more water.
The last photo was all I could get of the place. It was getting dark as we arrived, and it was raining, and I was tired.
We passed a 10 K race with thousands of runners near Van Nuys, and a CHP slowdown of the entire I-5 northbound interstate highway in Bakersfield to save a small black dog wearing a little red harness that was running on the road (well worth the wait: they appeared to be saving him, Yay CHP!!!), and a stop at a fast-food place where I had the only healthy thing on the menu, which was a fresh fruit cup, and to my surprise, the fruit was actually ripe), and while I was being surprised by the freshness of the fruit, a bus full of Mariachi musicians stopped at the fast food place, with a small daughter of one of them yawning in her pajamas, and we got a little lost and ended up driving through Wasco, the Rose Capital Of California, and it was pouring rain in the East Bay where the wind farm is near Tracy, and I was sore afraid of an unfamiliar freeway of puddles and potholes, but we got past it.
But no pictures of any of that--which is a road trip. The best things don't wait to be photographed.
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