As I bask in the sunlight, tanning myself this past weekend, I soaked up every second of warmth. I knew my home would be chilly and precipitation was possible. My trusty Amiga departed the desert valley at sundown & minimal sunlight was left. The clouds were already forming overhead & I knew that meant real weather had moved into my mountain community, some 300 miles away.
A hot satisfying dinner awaited at Olancha's Ranch House Cafe, where I aired up my tires back to 30 psi. Fellow campers exchanged stories of fuel shortages & helpful strangers. Across the Mojave desert & up the hill I drove, arriving home late in the night. As the first snows of the season landed on my patio, I wonderd if the winds were bad in the desert that I called my home.
