Road trippin'

Driving south and subsequently, days later, north on interstate 5 was surprisingly a joy what with the lush green hills in the distance and the newly created marsh land hugging the tarmac. It was bordering on magnificence watching snow white egrets, great blue herons, brown pelicans and ducks of all colors splash in the ponds shaped by the rains that were so destructive to some and yet so fiercely in their creation of something so beautiful. The Tejon Pass, usually a source of “chains required” stress in the winter smiled down on us with a temperate sprinkling of rain while at it’s summit powdered snow gently hugged the curves of the mountain. The sun fought to gain control over the dominating gray clouds but was only successful once the geographical jurisdiction was relinquished by the hold of the mountain. Upon our descent into the San Joaquin Valley I could see multi-colored parcels of land being kissed by happy sunbeams, which streamed through pure white clouds suspended in a sky of blinding blue. Driving through central California on interstate 5 is an experience reserved for January, after the rains and in between snowstorms, we calculated the window just right and me without my crystal ball.