USA tour - month one - part three

Hold onto your dashboard - I certainly did - as we snaked our way down winding roads with nothing but sheer cliffs, precipices and scree mountain faces to scare the living bejesus out of us....

The scaredy cat in me found relief oohing and ahhing at Carson City and Reno as we drove the smooth roads of Nevada.

We were running ahead of the snow, trying not to freeze our pretty little potooties off. Californina Ho! We drove through trees - literally.

 

Via Clear Lake. 

To redwood forests filled with wonderous fungi.

Silent dampness.

 

Misty clouded mornings.

Running to keep warm in the ancient moisture.

 

The Dyer Giant - Those are its roots. The hub's there for scale.

 

More beautiful fungi.

 

And finally, some sunshine and warmth

to ease our bones.

 

Cedar avenues.

 

Sun-bleached yarns in Mendocino weaving studio window.

 

And our hotel,

 

repleat with spinning spot.

I plied my Granny Smith's Citrus batt with a Funky Ulster Tweed Batt.

Think this may be where they invented sunsets.

And spooky river inlets.

Breakfast at a cafe with its original gas pump.

Jaws-style piers for lunch.

 

Duh du. Duh du. Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum....dananaaaaaaa.

 

But we needed to catch a plane pronto. 

And so it was, to San Fran, but bypassing the city, and to the airport.

Tampa bound.....

Comments

[Silvia]

WOW!!! It all looks quiet amazing!!