

It was the path to my first meeting with my dad, it was the path that led my dad to his relatives in Oceanside in August of 2007 ( viewtopic.php?t=2539 ) ,
it was the lonely moonlit night where I spread some of his ashes along the wash in January 2008 ( viewtopic.php?t=3467 )

It is 2010 now. We have a different car. We have a life that inexorably drives forward to new vistas even of the same old vistas:

You cannot imagine the heat. The distances are exhilarating:

This is the midway point, where I spread my dad's ashes down the wash to the right of the car:

Looking up the hill from the bottom of the valley, I promised the BobD that it could have as much time as it wanted to get up the hill. This is where the pavement was reading in the upper 140*s:

At the top of the grade just before the road veers left:


How times change even as we are surrounded by timelessness.
Colin
