As I sit here typing this, it's a brisk 99 degrees outside. Brrr better fetch my sweater. So this morning I bundled up and braved the morning chill. I headed out west from my house towards farmland and the White Tank mountains. There is a mile long row of massive eucalyptus trees planted along the edge of a farm field out there. The trees must be nearly 100 years old, they are absolutely huge.
In this photo, if you look at the mountains on the left, that white zig zag line is known as "The Scar"
Caterpillar had a proving grounds on the steep face of the White Tanks mountains back in the 50's.
Well I'm not finding any fall colors here, so I turn and head for the historic neighborhood of Litchfield Park,
surely I'll find some fall color there.
Does purple cactus count?
I am on the grounds of the famous, historic Wigwam Resort , built in the 1920's . They have three championship golf courses that are always immaculate. Here I am risking dirty looks and getting yelled at, because I turned my bike onto a golf cart trail to snap a couple photos.
Finally some fall color!
Yeah I know, not really. But our coming winter really is our pretty time. All the plants that barely cling to life all summer long, suddenly burst to life as if it were springtime. We get a little winter rain and the wild flowers will pop. I can't wait.
Bob
In this photo, if you look at the mountains on the left, that white zig zag line is known as "The Scar"
Caterpillar had a proving grounds on the steep face of the White Tanks mountains back in the 50's.
Well I'm not finding any fall colors here, so I turn and head for the historic neighborhood of Litchfield Park,
surely I'll find some fall color there.
Does purple cactus count?
I am on the grounds of the famous, historic Wigwam Resort , built in the 1920's . They have three championship golf courses that are always immaculate. Here I am risking dirty looks and getting yelled at, because I turned my bike onto a golf cart trail to snap a couple photos.
Finally some fall color!
Yeah I know, not really. But our coming winter really is our pretty time. All the plants that barely cling to life all summer long, suddenly burst to life as if it were springtime. We get a little winter rain and the wild flowers will pop. I can't wait.
Bob
