LONG WAY TO GO, TO WALK IN SNOW
Being briefly awake in the middle of the night, I checked my phone to see the morning's weather. Snow flurries? What?! Then I realized this was the mountain to the East of us, about 50 miles.
San Diego is going to be offering its usual Mediterranean charm, with the same temperatures day after day, same boring sunshine.
When I got up at a decent hour, I offered my wife the chance to come with me, and frolic in the snow. She pointed to the door, said "Have fun" and rolled back under the covers. So I hit the road.
The sun was bright and I saw no clouds from the coast. Where did these snow flurries come from, I wondered.
My Seiko Chronograph said nothing, except tic tic tic
Not a cloud in the sky as I headed East. So much for the weatherman's forecast / report!
Near Alpine there was still no snow, no clouds, and it was the same temperature as at my house.
I turned left off the freeway onto "Sunrise Highway" and there it was. I'm now about 5000 feet elevation. Temperature dropped quickly to 26 degrees F. Plenty of snow on the ground, but probably from the past weekend's storms. Not from this morning.
It was a beautiful morning and there were a few tree-huggers out, off-loading their gear and youngsters from their Subaru Outbacks.
I continued on to my favorite desert outlook, which also had snow. Time for a photo highlighting the crisp black enamel dial with silvery-white Arabic numerals:
Looking East with a view of the Anza Borrego Desert
Looking Northwards towards Oregon, Washington, British Columbia, Alaska, etc.
I turned off onto a stretch of old highway which is no longer open to cars. But this is the road that our boy scout troop traveled when we went camping, back in the Fifties and Sixties. I had never walked it.
There's plenty to see as nature reclaims its space
New road is out there in the distance, to the South
I've never seen such bright color at this time of year
It is Fall in much of the Northern Hemisphere, but in the coastal region the plants don't take winter seriously
This is apparently the contractor who paved this stretch of concrete almost 90 years ago.
It was a nice walk, and I was getting pretty warm walking uphill in the sun with my fleece on. I went back to the car and headed West.
After getting gas, a carwash, a roast chicken at Costco, etc. etc. I arrived home 5 hours and 150 miles after leaving.
Not a cloud in the sky as I headed East. So much for the weatherman's forecast / report!
Near Alpine there was still no snow, no clouds, and it was the same temperature as at my house.
I turned left off the freeway onto "Sunrise Highway" and there it was. I'm now about 5000 feet elevation. Temperature dropped quickly to 26 degrees F. Plenty of snow on the ground, but probably from the past weekend's storms. Not from this morning.
It was a beautiful morning and there were a few tree-huggers out, off-loading their gear and youngsters from their Subaru Outbacks.
I continued on to my favorite desert outlook, which also had snow. Time for a photo highlighting the crisp black enamel dial with silvery-white Arabic numerals:
Looking East with a view of the Anza Borrego Desert
Looking Northwards towards Oregon, Washington, British Columbia, Alaska, etc.
I turned off onto a stretch of old highway which is no longer open to cars. But this is the road that our boy scout troop traveled when we went camping, back in the Fifties and Sixties. I had never walked it.
There's plenty to see as nature reclaims its space
New road is out there in the distance, to the South
I've never seen such bright color at this time of year
It is Fall in much of the Northern Hemisphere, but in the coastal region the plants don't take winter seriously
This is apparently the contractor who paved this stretch of concrete almost 90 years ago.
It was a nice walk, and I was getting pretty warm walking uphill in the sun with my fleece on. I went back to the car and headed West.
After getting gas, a carwash, a roast chicken at Costco, etc. etc. I arrived home 5 hours and 150 miles after leaving.
It's now 11:11 on 11 / 11 / 2020. Five hours gone, I'm worn out and it's not even lunchtime.
Wearing my Seikos and wearing myself out!
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