Two months in Ojai culminated in an eight minute thunderstorm the day before our departure. We had seen friends, nested, walked to downtown, enjoyed the land on which we had landed.
Six thirty this morning we roll out of Ojai, the 150 to the 126 to the 5 to the 14 to the 395. Through Palmdale and Lancaster, Mojave and Manzanar. Past Lone Pine and Bishop, Lakes Mammoth and June. Aho Mono, Antelope Valley, Topaz Lake spanning the California-Nevada border.
We arrive in Reno at four thirty, settle in to midtown. A friend of our host sets us up with bikes, us three roll to Food Truck Friday. We meet Claire, with Bailey and Brooklyn. Kids dance in the cottonwood puffs blowing like bubbles across the lawn.
