To the California coast we go! We made it and are happily installed in our little cottage a stone’s throw from the pacific ocean. You’ll have to forgive me for not posting yesterday- it was a long last five hundred miles and by nightfall and bed, I decided I just couldn’t wait for pictures to download. The morning light introduced me to the thrum of waves and a cool, wet air. I’m a bit more refreshed. Now, a desert drive:
Right at that hour of late, honeyed light, we reached a pass through strange mounds of rock, great sandstone towers, red cliffs, grey, hulking hills. It was startling.
Oh, and then a peach stand. Right in Palisade Colorado, a town golden with the dust of high desert, and green with the snaky curve of a river valley. Right in those high mountain orchards grow some of the best peaches around. We bought a whole box to munch. (Which was later confiscated at the border of CA much to my bewilderment.)
And now we’re here. Safe. And happy as clams. (Though, obviously, not the clams in the clam chowder we had for dinner last night- I doubt they’re happy.) Ocean pictures coming next.