It's one thing to be safely ensconced in your home or workplace when our blue skies turn grey, that's fun and campy and calls for a collective cheer of Let's Wear Boots and Make Soup! That's fun, but it's not brave. What's brave is going out to drive on a rainy SoCal day.
This past Sunday, I was called upon to take a drive. It started out, as most sojourns from my home tend to do, with a stadium drive-by.
|I was thankful that it wasn't a home game Sunday|
It was grey, grey, grey. It was also gray.
|A study in gray.|
|The cool, grey, boring and monotonous things.|
|Clearing and cloud-bound as I rose in elevation|
|brighter sky up there? Changing landscape?|
|mountain? cloud? grey sky?|
|I think I was definitely referencing the changing landscape. Probably.|
|Ooooh, that's cool.|
|Windy mountain road, but I was being too careful to take photos on the windy bits|
|And fetched myself some girl scouts.|
|And went right back into Julian for sustenance|
|We followed this winding mountain road|
to be continued