A bearing of about 99 degrees from Oakland, and a distance on that southeast path for 207 kilometers, puts you in the foothills of the Sierras, at a spot that we have visited biannually for at least twenty years now. Once in late fall to plant daffodil bulbs, and once in the spring to view the results. This property is much loved and little tended. Trees fall, creatures make little paths, seasonally, creeks flow, seasonally tarantulas roam and lizards scurry. Our friends, who own it, use it as a retreat, for years using a trailer that came with the property. They finally succumbed to the lure of running water and a flush toilet and have a more permanent structure.
Last weekend was the planting weekend - a wet one. I took an early morning walk - quite beautiful, once I adjusted to wet feet and a water table at a depth of about one inch. These are some shots from that stroll.