Oh, You live in the Desert? –When we travel to foreign locales, I always wear one of my numerous Nevada City shirts, to see if anyone notices. No one on this trip did, and those who did ask where we hailed from assumed we were residents of Nevada. The only exception was a park ranger at the Hearst Castle, and that was because he used to live in Reno and was familiar with the area. (He also mentioned that when his kids were old enough to leave the nest, they did, because they saw Morro Bay as the most boring place on earth.)
Even though we tend to see Nevada County as the center of the universe, we are still a relatively obscure destination. That can be good or bad, depending on your point of view.
Central Valley Blues -As we headed down I-5, we passed quite a few dry dead orchards, and many anti-government signs directed at Democrats in Congress. The traffic was horrendous, we saw one terrible wreck in the northbound lanes, and were quite relieved to get off at Kettleman City.
The Words of the Prophets are Written on the Seawall – Mary Ann took the above photo of some graffitti at Avila Beach. It reads; “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter. – Dr. Suess.”
Truly words to live by, and a fitting way to end our story.