still sick and needs the peace and the doggies need to stretch and lay
down in mud and leaves.
Once we get driving, we continually gasp at the landscape. This part
of Northern California (north of Santa Rose) resembles Death Valley,
only lush. We see contours familiar to Death Valley blanketed in
grass, trees, shrubs and countless vineyards.
The sun lowers and leaves a crimson sky. Then dark. And suddenly, we
see passing glances of mammoths standing next to the ever narrowing
road. We've passed under the arches of Willits, CA, Redwood Country.
These Goliath sentries shorten us, minimize us. We look forward to
daybreak to grasp their full potential.