A trip to the store

A great thing about where we live is that we can walk to the store by way of bluff trails. It's kind of a new discovery. The other day I was aching for a walk, and I figured I'd take my usual neighborhood route to the grocery store. That's when Joel grabbed his backpack (and the camera) and a couple of PBRs and started us on a magical journey to Rosauers.

En route we encountered irises, snapdragons and bachelor buttons growing out of the brush.

We found a trail of clothing and what appeared to be remnants of a suitcase, perhaps hurled down the hill by a woman scorned.

A train barreled down below us and the conductor waved at me (I waved back).

We saw marmots gathering in droves, all running toward some big Sunday night marmot event or tent meeting, we supposed.

We got down to the main road and walked through the underpass, under lightening-fast freeway traffic and along cement walls. I felt very small and as though I was in a totally different city, though a half a mile from my own house.

Yeah, I was wearing tights and a dress. Don't worry about it.

(Photo credit: Joel Smith, with my rinky-dink camera)