Trying to keep the kid semi-occupied through tough emotional times is difficult, so today I take her for another short drive.
trying to find the cool little back road to Yerington I knew of years
ago, but it's eluding me. I took my husband on it before our daughter
was born; it's a stunning, winding road paralleling the West Walker
river as it flows blue-green through rock canyons, often turning to
I can't find it.
Then I realize--there was one
of those once-every-100-year massive floods in this area about 13 years
ago, which not only wiped out numerous homes and businesses, but no
doubt took this road, too. Hell, it washed away a big chunk of Highway
395 that took months to repair, and the Walker River rerouted itself. So I eventually give up and we take the
main road into Yerington. This road is famous for hares running across
it everywhere, naturally not all of them make it.
But, in case you need it, EVERYTHING (or rather 'Ever thing') is for sale!
The road is pretty, if long...
...and attractive to bicyclists, it's a great ride with few cars to worry about.
farms in the pretty little town of Wellington are growing what looks
like alfalfa, protected by a stout fence laced with electrified wire. I
warn the kid not to touch it, hotwire can give you a jolt! The fields
...and aided by truly menacing-looking machinery.
stop by the old classic one-room Wellington schoolhouse, which looks to
be remade into a museum...but sadly, also looks like it's been closed
for a long time. We cup our hands and peer through the dirty
windowpanes but everything inside is thick with dust.
At least one of the neighbors has a sense of humor...
the way back we stopped at the local cemetery to pay our respects. I
noticed on the side of one of the 1880's grave markers that the
stonemason had used a piece that included a geode!
At first I thought some total pinhead had vandalized the grave marker when I saw what looked to be a gash in the side of it.
The fence surrounding the oldest grave in the cemetery has this nifty little hinge arrangement on the gate.
The skies were appropriately gloomy.
this we took a drive across the valley so N. could see the view from
there. On the way one of the farms had a cool old metal sign...
was telling my daughter how I used to housesit for one of the people up
here, and at night the raccoons would run races across the roof of the
On the way back, we ran across the road to the dump, aptly named.