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WTF? said I. Don't remember it being that scrubby. Granted, the woods are pinon pine with just a few lone ponderosas, but still. Used to play in those woods. They were big and green and lovely.
Can't go to the street view here in Google, alas, but I've gots photos:
See? It's not all dirt.
Some of the best years of my life, I spent in those woods, with the limestone bones of the world poking out. There were tadpoles in Wildcat Canyon, even. In wet years, anyway.
Speaking of barren, my intrepid companion and I were planning our trip to Grand Coulee today, and we came across a restaurant review that reminded us we wouldn't be in Seattle anymore:
While most of the food appears fresh, the fruit (appears to be the only cafe in town to even offer a fruit bowl) is canned, and there appears to be a lack of choices on the menu for those concerned with healthy foods. Otherwise a fine place for breakfast.That, in the immortal words of Bing, cracks my shit up.
Here in Seattle, you can't sneeze without hitting healthy food, and you can't walk for tripping over farmer's markets, which overflow with fruit. Sometimes, I forget how very spoiled I am, living in a large city close to productive farmland.
Enough nostalgia for today. I need to shower and take a nap. I'm cross-eyed after several hours of captioning and organizing photos.