SANGUINE ON THE COAST
Pacific blue, lined by rocky coast and wide brown sweeps of sand roll to the horizon ahead and to the right as I cruise south on Highway 1 from San Simeon to Cambria.
Son House rhyming and proclaiming John the Revelator is the audio marriage to this far western shore of the US, passing at 55 mph. Knots of tourists on vista points collect memories.
Rich colors, shades and hues in spreading patches, sweep the rolling pastures and mountain hill sides. Gold, yellow, blue, white, red and pink flora blend in and out of still spring green cattle grazing ranges. They come in long and tall miles of coast grazing lands. Cattle roam those miles where the mountains fall to the Pacific. Earl Hooker is "bluesifying" with Is Yo Ever Seen a One Eyed Woman Cry?
This is why California has always been a "car state," moving from shore to mountains, into broad high deserts, through farm land and vineyards while the music plays. As did this from Boz Skaggs, a Californian, who has driven the highway where now he is the sound track.
North Korea is behaving like lunkheads. Official Washington appears bought and paid for and apparently not the least bit concerned about it, the President can't hit the basket, his jump shot not there, and my team is not in the Big Dance, but none of it seems to matter, so much.
A SIDE TRIP
AN ULTIMATE WINE CELLAR
A SAX TEASE
The loading and process area provides space for a buffet and "slider tasting" contest.
Have a good weekend.
See you down the trail.
See you down the trail.
