Today while climbing Palomar no less than 20 turkeys crossed the road in front of me. Actually in between me - I broke up the pack. Single file they crossed, all in a line. I could not get my camera out fast enough, so this is all I've got.
I could get used to climbing Palomar on work days. The mountain is quiet, no cars flying past with tourists to play in the snow, no motorcycles putting lives in danger. Just peacefully still.
I call this the burnt forest. Sad and beautiful just the same.
And a cold Kevin. One awesome friend.
