During spring break from school I trundled my brood on out to the Lancaster area to see the fleeting spectacle of the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve in full bloom. There we took the world’s ugliest “selfie” that is so bad its good. We also saw poppieeees… Poppieeeeees.




I made my husband pull over along the road so I could look longingly up the Pacific Crest Trail from where it crosses the road at Hiker Heaven. (sigh) My backpack is beckoning from a shelf in my garage. “Hoist me and curse my heavy contents,” it whispers to me in my dreams. “It won’t be long now,” I reply, “I am every day plotting our next great escape.”


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