Here is the 13 mile road between Pardee Lake and Jackson, California which is a little used road in the Sierra foothills.
On a 93 degree-at-noon day the golden hills rest in silence and so do the horses.
The Oaks spread their majestic limbs and the native Buckeye trees have begun shedding their leaves and developing the green balls which hold their seeds. They will soon be bare which is an evolutionary strategy to cope with dry California summers and minimize their need for water.
The thistles are dried and ready to fling their seeds to the wind.
It is August … warmth … lazy long days …
Along this road are stone fences built by the Chinese laborers brought to the gold mines in the late 1800’s … they still stand and define each farm.
And at the end of the peaceful, old road there is ICE CREAM!!
The golden hills of California … always in my dreams …
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