We say goodbye to the beautiful views of Sequoia National Park, zip down south into California's Central Valley, and past the orange groves.
Just to show you how my mind is always calculating, while Granpa is taking this shot I'm thinkin', "I pay, what? $7 for a bag of oranges at Sam's Club that has maybe a dozen oranges in it. How many dozens of oranges are on that single tree? Just off of that one tree, the owners are making a fortune! Seriously!" That's how my mind works. It took less time for me to think those things than it took for Granpa to take that picture.
But soon enough we were back in the Sierras and those thoughts were put on hold until I could get back home to Kingman.
Is this not gorgeous?! When I see something like this I wish I was an American Indian in the long-ago times. I would be so guilty of sneaking away to sit beside this waterfall and dream up wonderful stories of life. No newspapers, radio, TV or internet to bring worldwide problems to my doorstep. Just me and mine living our lives.
As we climb up into the Sierras the air gets cooler and cooler. The waterfalls, however, continue around every corner.
And we wonder why it takes us so very long to get from point A to point B off of the interstates.
As we get higher still, the mist grows heavier and the air is getting colder. We begin to wonder if snow is in the offing!
This is one of the tightest twisting roads that we have been on. Suddenly, around one sharp turn, we find ourselves in a mountain town. And around another, bunched up on a front lawn we find this!
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Granpa takes a dozen or so pictures, and we are both reluctant to move on. The house is actually up for sale, so there may or may not be homeowners being bothered by us. The deer certainly don't seem to be bothered, but we move on anyway. It is so quiet and so still, getting mistier and colder. Suddenly we are back in the middle of winter.
The next few turns do, in fact, bring us snowflakes quietly tumbling out of the heavens. They get thicker and bigger, but not faster. They just seem to be a presence around us, gently closing in.
John is pleased to be getting back into the tall trees, too.
It's a wet snow and sticking to the trees in Christmas-like images.
We're beginning to wonder if we should put on the snow chains that we now carry with us everywhere. Granpa's not excited about that idea, and besides it looks like we're now headed downhill into warmer weather - maybe. I'm thinkin', uh, yeah, downhill ! It's a whole lot easier to slide off the side of a mountain when you're already headed downhill. But, then again, there are some mighty big trees ready to catch us in their boughs...
From high winds blowing us all over the road on the way to Three Rivers, to the snowfall we're dealing with now, we move on to yet another weather extreme that I'll post about tomorrow.
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