Friday, too bad the radio reception sucks, but out the gate ahead of eight, past Espil’s, down the desert and, ultimately, back through the zone of the Sand Peoples…

The beauties of Doyle’s outskirts, 395 south, and west from Hallelujah Junction circling Sierra Valley;

On 89 and over Donner the weather caught us, but dried out before the Eagle Lakes [not shown, 6500′].

So down the other side in the usual increasingly boring/annoying traffic to another climate, another world; the vertiginous viridian of California’s eternal-seeming winterspring…

This all as much of the rest of the continent is inundated in absolutely crazy [climate changing? Naaah…] winter.

Not here, not in Benissha, though…

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