I am thankful for a good drive. Dad and I, after getting gas in my car, drove up Goode Hill to stop at the California Aqueduct so I could take a few photos. Then we continued up the hill turned left toward Palmdale and took a little drive. Even though most wildflowers have finished blooming the hills are still pretty with greens turning to browns.
(click on the photo so see it in more detail)
I don't think anyone anticipated homes reaching right into the foothills 35, 45, or 55 years ago but here they are. I was a little sad. Even though it was still a beautiful clear day some of the expansiveness of the view is lost when you're looking out over houses.
After we came home my brother and his kids came and picked Dad up for lunch. I had a memorial service to attend and to ring with our handbell choir. When I came back Dad was restless so we went out for ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery until his wife returned from her trip. She did and he was so happy to have her home. I'm so glad that we, Dad's kids, have the time to be with him and let her have a good break.
From the drive to home and back, near Gorman:
Southernmost San Joaquin Valley, CA: