Yesterday, for his birthday, Bruce wanted to go for a drive to take pictures of wildflowers and such. So Bruce and I (along with bird id books, The Natural History of the Sierra Nevadas, cameras, and Murphy in the backseat) set off for this long and winding gravel road that snakes through the higher foothills. Bruce had rediscovered it last week and wanted to go back (I'd been there about ten years ago, but had no recollection of it at all).
|Murphy was in charge of all the junk in the backseat|
|The Birthday Bear|
Wildflowers of orange, yellow, purple and blue lined the top of and draped and spilled down the road cuts.
|Ceanothus (California Wild Lilac)|
The day was warm, the breezes light and fragrant, and no worries followed us. It was the kind of day that stays in memory forever (in other words, this time I won't forget that I've been here!)