Last night at 3 a.m. my dog Agnes began barking and jumping up and down on top of me. Wearily, since she would not respond to my pleas that she focus on sleep, I arose to switch on the back yard light; there were the wild raccoons mating in the moonlight. It seemed voyeuristic to watch them too much so I switched off the light and tried to go back to sleep, but Agnes would have none of that and kept barking...she levitates a little with each bark and it is very cute, but it was so late. One of the raccoons came over, put its' nose to the French door and watched her. But for the glass, they were inches apart. Agnes loved this. So, I think, did the raccoon. Eventually the wild beasts retreated and sleep returned. Sorry, I could not take a picture! Too much reflection. So instead, here are just 3 photos from my trip to Tucson. More soon.
I wanted to drive down the east side of the Sierras to see the escarpment...that is where the Sierras rise up in sharp contrast to the geologically downward motion of the Owens Valley. I hope I am describing this correctly. I decided to take highway 50 and some other smaller roads to cross the Sierras (instead of Route 80, which is straighter). Therefore it was a little scary at times! in terms of curvy roads and breathtaking vistas involving height. So here are some samples:
Above is a turn-out. I am not a fast driver in the best of circumstances, but this sort of situation brings out the snail in me and I'm happy to let the faster folks go by. We are going East through the beautiful Sierra Mountains.
This is the same situation, looking in the other direction. Can you imagine what it was like coming through here in a stage coach??
This is the escarpment! The eastern side of the Sierras. They rise up in all their glory out of the more desert-like valley of Nevada. I went to a little quilt store in this town...the Quilt House (Gardnerville, Nevada) and bought some fat quarters of flannel with pine cones and the like.