We passed a rock slide area; Simon starts looking for the rock swings and rock roundabout.
Las Vegas at 9am looks hung over; dry and dusty, tawdry rather than twinkling, lights glaring rather than glimmering - waiting for a hair of the dog to do it all over again.
We saw a train passing through the Tehachapi loop, looping itself.
Are the dippers in the orchards bringing up oil or water?
Industrial desert towns; Boron and Chloride.
An eagle stumping along the road after a gopher, hefty thighs pounding tarmac on a Pasa Robles backcountry road.
The silhouette of a heron, wings fringed and feet dangling, flying across the road, black against the blue and white sky gilded by the setting yellow sun.