Just the Sierra Nevadas.
On the other side of the road was a steep, rocky hill. At the bottom of it grew tiny greenish flowers.
And some blue ones.
Dried up cacti. Probably dead from the looks of 'em but you never know in these parts.
The rants, musings and adventures of a carpetbombing, neo-imperialist, libertarian-conservative atheist to the far, far right of Genghis Khan (but who loves kittens!)
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