Ch-ch-ch-changes, Pt. 4
It occurred to me that I didn't tell you where in California I was yesterday. Well, I was in Southern California. I drove through the charming little city of Blythe, which is just next to the Arizona border, and I drove through Indio, San Bernardino, and up to Bakersfield. (I kinda wanted to see L.A., but I didn't want to run into L.A. traffic. I'll have to save it for another trip.)
At any rate, yesterday was spent in Southern California; today was mostly spent driving north through the Central Valley. And ohhh, was it wonderful. Just wonderful! Hundreds and hundreds of acres of fruit trees line the road and stretch out for miles. Apricots, grapes, apples, cherries -- you name it, the Central Valley has it. I've seen plenty of farms in my life, but they have always been fields of wheat or barley or corn -- not rows of upon rows of perfectly maintained trees. It was such a sight to see! I almost drove off the road while looking at everything around me!
After a few hours of fruit in the foreground and mountains in the background, the landscape changed to something altogether unexpected: wide highways going this way and that, newly-constructed buildings with big, shiny windows, and huge, lush trees lining every street with palm trees dotting the sidewalks every now and then, too. This place was my final destination.
And here is what it looks like, in map form:
I'll let you know how it goes!
Thing I'm thankful for: fresh peaches