I've been living in major metropolitan areas since 1994 but this was my first drive home (not train) since I started blarging! To get home from just about anywhere else in the world you need to take I-5:
What do we keep under tarps and old tires? Cow poo!
And here's some hay heading off to be a.) milk b.) beef c.) poo or d.) all of the above. Trick question! You don't get milk AND beef from the same type of cow. That's nasty. Just play it safe and pick c.
P-R-O...D-U-C...E-R-S spells Producers... What? You don't know the song? Git.
This new 'Old West' town on the northbound side of HWY 99 made me do more than a double take and nearly crash the rental trying to photograph it. That's why I'm posting it:
In Exeter we have an overpass for an orange grove!
This rodeo is awesome. My dad took me once when I was a moody pre-teen and I still regret being a pain. And I miss the brilliant purple cowgirl hat I got there. I could totally use it now.
See the orange? They used to be all over the highways of Central California. Funny enough, this one in Lemon Cove (yeah, ironic, shut up) was boarded up for most of my life. Thankfully someone has restored it.
This is a bit out of sequence, but I thought I'd end this post on tackiness with a bit of crack I saw when entering Visalia. Go fig.