Fifteen hours in our station wagon....a lemon tree branch tickling my neck, the noren hanger box landing now and again on the Commander's head, and thank heaven - a fully functional air conditioner! Not one more thing could possibly be crammed into that wagon!
One week ago, we set out from our "urban luxury loft" in the East Bay, for the old hometown of Albuquerque. Our last night before the trip was spent at the Greek Theater in Berkeley, watching James Taylor under the stars - in the freezing cold! Then taking BART back to our apartment at 11 pm. Given that, we didn't get off and away until the reasonable hour of 8 am. As we traveled we watched gas prices go up and then down. We watched the outside temperature go up and up and then up yet again....and then finally, down. Our meals consisted of gorgeous Farmer's Market selections from the previous day - cucumbers, French Breakfast radishes, carrots, perfect peaches, blueberries, and juicy strawberries. At mid-day, we ate pastrami sandwiches on organic jalapeno-cheese bread. It was beautiful to see the roadside view go from farmland to extreme desert, mountains (on the outskirts of the Grand Canyon), and then the mesas and valleys of New Mexico. Truly beautiful.
We arrived at Little Bird Farm at midnight, greeted by millions of stars in the dark sky! And our bed. And nothing - nobody else. It was a sweet and spiritual moment of arrival. Only the Lemon Tree and herb pot were unpacked. And we slept in peace and quiet - until the 6 am Rooster Call! We live in the country now!
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