1 year ago
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Spent the day last Saturday driving to a small sleepy town called San Juan Batista, located not far from Gilroy, the garlic capital of the world. I've always seen the signs for the town as I buzz down or up California's main, sometimes coastal 101 highway, but I've never ever taken the time to drive over to explore. It was lovely.
At the mission were these magnificent and huge, ancient prickly pear trees of cactus - tempting, but look, don't touch!
We drove up to Fremont Park - up in the hills above San Juan Batista, and looking over the central valley saw a steep escarpment breaking the hills open. It was the actual San Andreas fault, where two continental plates are rubbing together as the both creep in different directions. Just like in Iceland at Thingviller!
Driving along the backroads my sharp-eyed sweetie spotted this young male tarantula in the road, out on the hunt for a lady spider. I got out to get a picture, and put the handsome arachnid on a stick, so as to show my sweetie a closer up view... he quickly rolled up his window in horror - what was he thinking? I wouldn't try to scare him with it!!
You might imagine, that this picture was taken over the Tennessee hills, or in Kentucky, or who knows what other state in the US. But it was taken in the foothills of the towering Mt Hamilton above San Jose. Who says California doesn't have seasons? The buckeyes and oak trees were all dressed in orange & yellow adornment for the fall.
The full moon climbed above the horizon and beautifully lit up the countryside as we finished our drive back home.
It was truly a lovely weekend.