Monday Ride

Warm afternoon. It was 87F when I started. The shade of the canyon felt good. The winds pushed back those who dared to move. The clouds hung over the valley until 2 pm. The air quality reflected the summer temperatures and coastal clouds into a brown grey glaze over the city. Climbing up over the valley air layer, the view of Baldy looked clear in comparison.



The yuccas bloomed in May and June. White swords stood proud and tall along the hillside. This pair snuggled next to a pine tree seemed out of place. Desert and pine huddled together.



An odd bit along the road told its story. This sock belonged to the driver who careened over the side near mile maker 7.0 last week. Shoes flew off as the car tumbled down the embankment. In the dark of night, the driver crawled out of the 1997 Saturn and scrambled up the hill. This sock whispered its tale of woe to those who stopped and listened.



Did an ok time within my normal range. Reward was a breath of cleaner air.