Made it to the swap meet now that the fair is on its way out,
and managed to pull a near mint Singer 192 in a VERY nice wooden case
A pleasant surprise since most of the stuff a this swap meet is usually pretty beaten down.
Category: Rides
Getting Thicker
Visibility was down to 50 yards or less today. Real thick fog is more fun than the high fog and regular gloomy weather we have been having.
And yes, this turn and tree is one of my favorite places to set up the camera.
Gray Morning – Again
Any riding is good riding, and better than not riding outside.
Ghost Town
At least it feels that way with the fair finally packing up and moving on. It is finally safe to come out of the house. After lunch we went for a quick spin to pick up my entries from the photo exhibit.
The food wagons have almost completely moved out. Quite a different scene than saturday. We stopped at the last hall to pick up my pictures and honorable mention ribbon. I am already plotting and planning for next year’s entries. I decided to take a quick peak at the midway:
Not nearly as exciting with trash everywhere and things three-fourths picked up. Then we took the long way home to check the surf.
The low clouds and fog have been relentless this summer, after a while it starts to get really old. I know, it is better than heat waves or ice storms, but after weeks of flat gray light, bright enough to need sun glasses, but never sunny, you start to appreciate the clear blue skies a bit more.
Two Wet Nuts
And this has nothing to do with my choice of cotton shorts and boxers(capilene). Yesterday’s ride was wet, the fog was late in coming this year and has been relentless in moving on. The mist was so thick in the morning that there was puddles most of the way out to Lake Casitas, and the trees were dripping with dew.
Wishing I still had fenders on the Roadeo I made my way out towards the lake to see if I could find some free snacks to take home. The weather out here has been unusually damp all year, and cool, hot for a bit and then cool again. As a result the rivers are still running with water in the summer.
Usually by this time of year they are barely a trickle of a creek left. Likewise the fruit and nuts have been all off schedule, plumping up early during the heat, but not turning ripe now that it is cool and damp again. First stop was the walnut tree, relentless branch shaking did little more than draw a crowd of onlookers wondering what the crazy human was up too.
From there is was just a little further to check on the progress the pomegranates have been making.
Like the walnuts, the trees are loaded with fruit, but none of it near ready to enjoy. I am looking forward to the day it all comes ripe at once. The transition from spring to summer this year has been a mixed bag on our stretch of coast this year, even the wild flowers are a bit mixed up, some still blooming while the rest of the fields have long gone to their summer tan.
While not high yielding in wild foods, the ride was a great chance to get out of the house for a bit, and not think about the things I “should” be getting done, and yes all that tree shaking resulted in just two wet nuts 😉
