Yes, unfortunately my camera broke. It was fairly old, just a simple point-and-shoot. I recently bought an SD card that had some letters behind it, and my camera was so old it couldn't use this new fangled kind of card. So, I'm not surprised that it finally gave out. The bad news is that now I need a new one! My plan is to go to the Grand Canyon, and I absolutely CANNOT go there without a camera!
I have also been unable to find internet service, and haven't been able to keep up with this blog, (or my political postings on Facebook). I figured out that Home Depot has public internet, so I am in there parking lot using their internet. I don't feel right about sitting here too long, so I'm not going to do a good post with pretty pictures now.
But, just to let yall know what has been going on, I am in Bullhead City, AZ. It has the most perfect weather! 100s in the day, 70s at night. It is in the desert, so no humidity, and it usually has a little breeze. As long as I am in the shade, it is just about perfect. I am staying at Camp Davis, which is a county park just below the Davis Dam on the Colorado River. Yesterday, September 29 (yes, the end of September) I was in my bathing suit sitting by the river in the sun! I went into the water and it was so f-ing cold, it took me probably 30 minutes to finally get all the way in.
I have to find someplace to do my laundry today, so hopefully I can get internet and electricity to post some more pictures and entertaining stories.
Thank you all for reading my blog!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Painted Ladies
Everyone has heard of the "Painted Ladies" in San Francisco. We actually found them to be a little disappointing. They really were not anymore impressive than the rest of the houses we have seen. They definitely look better in the postcards. Having said that, it was worth going to because we got to get out the tourist section of SF and into where the "real" people live. And the houses were very pretty.
This brown house was around the corner, and I thought it was hideous. It looks like it could be the setting for a Stephen King novel.
We walked quite a bit yesterday. We went to a little neighborhood pizza place for lunch (which was delicious, the best food so far), then walked up the the Haight/Ashbury area. A few hippie stores, a lot of head shops, and cool graffiti.
I'm not sure I would want to live here. There is just so much movement and noise, hustle and bustle, sights and sounds, everything stimulates the senses. I would bet the residents have never experienced total darkness, or silence.
Well now, I just sound like one big Negative Nellie.
This brown house was around the corner, and I thought it was hideous. It looks like it could be the setting for a Stephen King novel.
We walked quite a bit yesterday. We went to a little neighborhood pizza place for lunch (which was delicious, the best food so far), then walked up the the Haight/Ashbury area. A few hippie stores, a lot of head shops, and cool graffiti.
I'm not sure I would want to live here. There is just so much movement and noise, hustle and bustle, sights and sounds, everything stimulates the senses. I would bet the residents have never experienced total darkness, or silence.
Well now, I just sound like one big Negative Nellie.
San Franciso City Hall
You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose.
My 22-year-old child. Anyway, here is what the statue is about.
Our plan yesterday was to start our day by going to see the "Painted Ladies", so the closest train station took us by the Symphony, the Opera House, the Library, and City Hall. Because I had to pee, we went into City Hall, through security, which had to physically search our purses, and we had to walk through a security scanner. But, I really needed to pee, so we submitted to our invasion of privacy (thank you 9/11 terrorist). Anyway, what a gem we found! There was a bride outside, and we thought that was cool, until we went inside. I think we saw 10 brides in all. We saw the judge that was officiating and even witnessed one wedding! The weddings were not in an out-of-the-way office, they were in an open area at the top of the staircase. We felt a little bad about watching a stranger's wedding, but decided, what the hell, they chose to get married in public, so we hung around and watched a little while. It was funny the difference in people. One bride was wearing a long white coat over black pants, there were a couple of the traditional gowns, big, flowing, with trains, there was one in just a cocktail dress, and one couple was wearing their street clothes. There was one old lady in black lace, but she had a really pretty bouquet. I guess since Prop 8, there were no same sex weddings.
In the picture below, see the people behind Jes, with the cameras. That is where the weddings were being performed.
To the left of the bottom of the staircase, there was a Zumba class going on. It was at least behind closed doors.
After sticking our noses into these brides business, we went outside and found a place to sit (near an ash tray) to plan our walking route. A group of people came out of City Hall and said "Light it up" and started smoking pot. Right out in the open, on government property, in broad daylight. Do I sound shocked?
Interesting place, San Francisco.
My 22-year-old child. Anyway, here is what the statue is about.
Our plan yesterday was to start our day by going to see the "Painted Ladies", so the closest train station took us by the Symphony, the Opera House, the Library, and City Hall. Because I had to pee, we went into City Hall, through security, which had to physically search our purses, and we had to walk through a security scanner. But, I really needed to pee, so we submitted to our invasion of privacy (thank you 9/11 terrorist). Anyway, what a gem we found! There was a bride outside, and we thought that was cool, until we went inside. I think we saw 10 brides in all. We saw the judge that was officiating and even witnessed one wedding! The weddings were not in an out-of-the-way office, they were in an open area at the top of the staircase. We felt a little bad about watching a stranger's wedding, but decided, what the hell, they chose to get married in public, so we hung around and watched a little while. It was funny the difference in people. One bride was wearing a long white coat over black pants, there were a couple of the traditional gowns, big, flowing, with trains, there was one in just a cocktail dress, and one couple was wearing their street clothes. There was one old lady in black lace, but she had a really pretty bouquet. I guess since Prop 8, there were no same sex weddings.
In the picture below, see the people behind Jes, with the cameras. That is where the weddings were being performed.
To the left of the bottom of the staircase, there was a Zumba class going on. It was at least behind closed doors.
After sticking our noses into these brides business, we went outside and found a place to sit (near an ash tray) to plan our walking route. A group of people came out of City Hall and said "Light it up" and started smoking pot. Right out in the open, on government property, in broad daylight. Do I sound shocked?
Interesting place, San Francisco.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sequoias and Peacocks
Not much has been going on the last few days. Just north of San Francisco was still not warm enough for me so I went into the San Joaquin Valley in California. It is always sunny here and the temperatures have been in the high 80s/lower 90s during the day, and I only have to sleep with one blanket. So, I am warming up nicely.
John and I spent a LOT of time in the valley when we were trucking. I always loved it, partly because of the weather, but also because of the yummy mexican food, as well as the vast fields of almost every kind of produce you can think of. John used to joke that California was the "land of fruit and nuts." And it literally is, everything from cherries, to bell peppers, to almonds, to olives. Is an olive considered to be a fruit? It grows on trees, and has pits/seeds, so I'm thinking it should be considered a fruit. When we were not taking back a load of wine (lots of grapevines here!), we were taking fresh produce back to the midwest.
Mexican and Midwest are showing a red line underneath, like I have them misspelled, because I don't have them capitalized. See how much you learn when you try to write? I have learned a lot from this blog, including how to spell Sequioa and Joaquin. I have to look things up so I get my facts right and my spelling correct. I will have to blog about the war defense structure built around the San Franciso Bay area that I stumbled upon while crossing the Golden Gate Bridge (see all the capital letters in that sentence), but I will blog about that later.
Back to the title, Sequoias and Peacocks.
I thought I was fairly close to Yosemite National Park, so I went yesterday. It was a lot farther than I thought. I kept taking these little side roads looking for a place to camp, so I probably added at least 20 miles to my trip. Anyway, late in the afternoon, I finally made it into the park and went to the area called the Mariposa Grove of Giant Sequoias.
http://www.nps.gov/yose/planyourvisit/mg.htm
It is impossible to describe how big these trees are. It was getting closer and closer to darkness, so I didn't go walk on the trail, and couldn't get close enough to hug one. Plus I would have had to find someone to take a picture of me hugging a tree, so there is nothing in my photos for perspective, but believe me, I have never seen trees that big. Since these are the "biggest living things on the planet", it is no wonder most of us haven't seen a tree that big in person.
There was a choice of three campsites (that I could find) in or near the park. The only one I was willing to stay in was full, and the other two were way to "primitive" for me. Although I LOVE living outdoors, I highly value running water, electricity, and people that aren't "into" primitive camping. So, I'm driving out of the park (87 miles to the nearest city), in pitch darkness, 35 miles per hour on mountainous two lane roads. I kept seeing people parked at the side of the road, and I was wondering what in the hell they were doing. It finally occurred to me they were star gazing. There are no streetlights in the park, and buildings and people are few and far between, so it was perfect. I had to stop because I have been trying to find a place dark enough (while still having running water, electricity, and not "tree hugging" people) to see the stars. It was one of the prettiest sights I have seen. No pictures of it unfortunately.
On to peacocks. I was at a fruit stand a couple of days ago, and saw a field with seven peacocks walking around munching. Well, today, I stopped at that same stand to check GPS on the phone, and I look out the window and there was a peacock, walking over to see if I had anything yummy for him to eat. I didn't have anything, and I am kind of scared of birds anyway. So, from the safety of my truck, I got a picture.
Ok, enough rambling. Ya'll have a good day and night.
John and I spent a LOT of time in the valley when we were trucking. I always loved it, partly because of the weather, but also because of the yummy mexican food, as well as the vast fields of almost every kind of produce you can think of. John used to joke that California was the "land of fruit and nuts." And it literally is, everything from cherries, to bell peppers, to almonds, to olives. Is an olive considered to be a fruit? It grows on trees, and has pits/seeds, so I'm thinking it should be considered a fruit. When we were not taking back a load of wine (lots of grapevines here!), we were taking fresh produce back to the midwest.
Mexican and Midwest are showing a red line underneath, like I have them misspelled, because I don't have them capitalized. See how much you learn when you try to write? I have learned a lot from this blog, including how to spell Sequioa and Joaquin. I have to look things up so I get my facts right and my spelling correct. I will have to blog about the war defense structure built around the San Franciso Bay area that I stumbled upon while crossing the Golden Gate Bridge (see all the capital letters in that sentence), but I will blog about that later.
Back to the title, Sequoias and Peacocks.
I thought I was fairly close to Yosemite National Park, so I went yesterday. It was a lot farther than I thought. I kept taking these little side roads looking for a place to camp, so I probably added at least 20 miles to my trip. Anyway, late in the afternoon, I finally made it into the park and went to the area called the Mariposa Grove of Giant Sequoias.
http://www.nps.gov/yose/planyourvisit/mg.htm
It is impossible to describe how big these trees are. It was getting closer and closer to darkness, so I didn't go walk on the trail, and couldn't get close enough to hug one. Plus I would have had to find someone to take a picture of me hugging a tree, so there is nothing in my photos for perspective, but believe me, I have never seen trees that big. Since these are the "biggest living things on the planet", it is no wonder most of us haven't seen a tree that big in person.
There was a choice of three campsites (that I could find) in or near the park. The only one I was willing to stay in was full, and the other two were way to "primitive" for me. Although I LOVE living outdoors, I highly value running water, electricity, and people that aren't "into" primitive camping. So, I'm driving out of the park (87 miles to the nearest city), in pitch darkness, 35 miles per hour on mountainous two lane roads. I kept seeing people parked at the side of the road, and I was wondering what in the hell they were doing. It finally occurred to me they were star gazing. There are no streetlights in the park, and buildings and people are few and far between, so it was perfect. I had to stop because I have been trying to find a place dark enough (while still having running water, electricity, and not "tree hugging" people) to see the stars. It was one of the prettiest sights I have seen. No pictures of it unfortunately.
On to peacocks. I was at a fruit stand a couple of days ago, and saw a field with seven peacocks walking around munching. Well, today, I stopped at that same stand to check GPS on the phone, and I look out the window and there was a peacock, walking over to see if I had anything yummy for him to eat. I didn't have anything, and I am kind of scared of birds anyway. So, from the safety of my truck, I got a picture.
Ok, enough rambling. Ya'll have a good day and night.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Elk on the Beach
Let me just say, as beautiful as the west coast is, anywhere there is elk, it is too cold for me.
My plan was to stop in Seattle and see the sights, especially the fish market, (which I did), and explore the islands on the Puget Sound. Then mosey on up to Vancouver, Canada. But, when I have to sleep wearing two hoodies, using four blankets, plus two beach towels as cover, it is just far to cold for my liking. So, I got up in the morning, and drove for 10 hours south, 10 hours, south, looking for the sun. I left Seattle about 8:00 in the morning, and didn't see the sun until 4:30 that afternoon. Even then, the temperature was only in the 50's. I did however, follow my plan to go south on Hwy 101, better known as the Pacific Coast Highway, or the PCH.
Stunningly beautiful! (When it wasn't foggy, which it was the majority of the time, but anyway, enough bitching about the weather.)
I took this picture from the back of the truck. Lovely place to spend the evening, and the next morning at the marina watching everything I could possible see.
My plan was to stop in Seattle and see the sights, especially the fish market, (which I did), and explore the islands on the Puget Sound. Then mosey on up to Vancouver, Canada. But, when I have to sleep wearing two hoodies, using four blankets, plus two beach towels as cover, it is just far to cold for my liking. So, I got up in the morning, and drove for 10 hours south, 10 hours, south, looking for the sun. I left Seattle about 8:00 in the morning, and didn't see the sun until 4:30 that afternoon. Even then, the temperature was only in the 50's. I did however, follow my plan to go south on Hwy 101, better known as the Pacific Coast Highway, or the PCH.
Stunningly beautiful! (When it wasn't foggy, which it was the majority of the time, but anyway, enough bitching about the weather.)
Gum Wall
Lately, I have not been very successful in finding the combination of internet and electricity, in order to blog, but, I am lucky today and have both.
I found this to be interesting, and smelly. You could actually smell the gum.
This is in Seattle, WA. And I did not have the foresight to bring any gum with me. I would definitely have added my DNA to the "art".
I found this to be interesting, and smelly. You could actually smell the gum.
This is in Seattle, WA. And I did not have the foresight to bring any gum with me. I would definitely have added my DNA to the "art".
Monday, September 3, 2012
Mount St. Helens
http://www.fs.usda.gov/mountsthelens
This is by far the most astonishing thing I have seen yet. The top of the mountain blew off on May 18, 1980. It went from 9,677 feet to 8,365 feet tall in 9 hours.
Here is the mountain before the volcano.
and here it is after...
I can't get the spacing right on the typing.
That is just astounding to me.
The volcano started "activity" in March of 1980. There were earthquakes almost every minute. And steam coming from the top of the mountain. There was a "bulge" building on the north side, growing as much as FIVE FEET every day! Then, the steam and the earthquakes stopped. This was 1980, and there was not all the science and/or equipment that there is today. They evacuated the area anyway, but for only five miles.
Apparently, the frozen snow and ice, mixing with the hot lava sealed the volcano closed. But, the pressure was still building, unbeknownst to the scientist. The mountain did not go back to sleep.
The morning of May 18, 1980, the bulge collapsed, shooting volcanic fire, gases, ash, etc, LATERALLY. The first blast went sideways! This, of course, opened the top, relieving the pressure, and for the next nine hours, the volcano was shooting out of the top.
I can't remember all of the facts, i.e. how far the blast went, how many miles of devastation it caused, etc. I do remember they said the ashes took two weeks, but they did circle the globe. Also I remember, they said sound waves bounce, so no one in Portland, OR heard the blast, but it was heard in Eugene, OR which is farther south. And the Toutle River, now runs gray.
The government declared the area a national monument, and has not "replanted". They want the area to recover naturally, and it is doing so, slowly but surely. They are only doing that with the surrounding area (the observation point was five mile from the mountain) but they did replant trees in the outer area. It took 6 years to clear the debris and re-plant.
The mountain is re-growing itself, from the inside out. Thirty years later and this is what it looks like.
There is a lava dome building in the middle. The mountain is RE-GROWING itself! There is a glacier building behind the lava dome. Sounds like another volcano just waiting to happen. They think one has, and will happen every 100 years. (I should be out of the area by then.)
I stopped at the Visitor's Center that is about five miles after the mountain turnoff. One of rangers gave a talk (once again, free). I have to give props to these rangers. They are mostly young, obviously love science and nature, and some of the most enthusiastic people I have come across. I listened to another "ranger talk" at the closest observation point, Johnson Ridge Observatory.
http://vulcan.wr.usgs.gov/Volcanoes/MSH/NatMonument/PointsInterest/johnston_ridge.html
I know it sounds "cheesy" to listen to a "ranger talk", but they really are worth taking the time.
The mountain blew it's top off, and now it is re-growing! Mother Nature is something else, indeed.
This is by far the most astonishing thing I have seen yet. The top of the mountain blew off on May 18, 1980. It went from 9,677 feet to 8,365 feet tall in 9 hours.
Here is the mountain before the volcano.
and here it is after...I can't get the spacing right on the typing.That is just astounding to me.
The volcano started "activity" in March of 1980. There were earthquakes almost every minute. And steam coming from the top of the mountain. There was a "bulge" building on the north side, growing as much as FIVE FEET every day! Then, the steam and the earthquakes stopped. This was 1980, and there was not all the science and/or equipment that there is today. They evacuated the area anyway, but for only five miles.
Apparently, the frozen snow and ice, mixing with the hot lava sealed the volcano closed. But, the pressure was still building, unbeknownst to the scientist. The mountain did not go back to sleep.
The morning of May 18, 1980, the bulge collapsed, shooting volcanic fire, gases, ash, etc, LATERALLY. The first blast went sideways! This, of course, opened the top, relieving the pressure, and for the next nine hours, the volcano was shooting out of the top.
I can't remember all of the facts, i.e. how far the blast went, how many miles of devastation it caused, etc. I do remember they said the ashes took two weeks, but they did circle the globe. Also I remember, they said sound waves bounce, so no one in Portland, OR heard the blast, but it was heard in Eugene, OR which is farther south. And the Toutle River, now runs gray.
The government declared the area a national monument, and has not "replanted". They want the area to recover naturally, and it is doing so, slowly but surely. They are only doing that with the surrounding area (the observation point was five mile from the mountain) but they did replant trees in the outer area. It took 6 years to clear the debris and re-plant.
The mountain is re-growing itself, from the inside out. Thirty years later and this is what it looks like.
I stopped at the Visitor's Center that is about five miles after the mountain turnoff. One of rangers gave a talk (once again, free). I have to give props to these rangers. They are mostly young, obviously love science and nature, and some of the most enthusiastic people I have come across. I listened to another "ranger talk" at the closest observation point, Johnson Ridge Observatory.
http://vulcan.wr.usgs.gov/Volcanoes/MSH/NatMonument/PointsInterest/johnston_ridge.html
I know it sounds "cheesy" to listen to a "ranger talk", but they really are worth taking the time.
The mountain blew it's top off, and now it is re-growing! Mother Nature is something else, indeed.
Dahlias
http://www.dahlias.com/
My timing was very lucky in the Portland, Oregon area. It is blooming time for dahlias. I took 53 pictures of the flowers. Don't worry, I'm not posting them all.
Stunning beautiful, and no words needed.
Okay, a few words - SAVE THE HONEY BEES!
My timing was very lucky in the Portland, Oregon area. It is blooming time for dahlias. I took 53 pictures of the flowers. Don't worry, I'm not posting them all.
Stunning beautiful, and no words needed.
Shasta Dam
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shasta_Dam
I couldn't be bothered to read all about the dam on Wikipedia, but some of you may find it interesting. What I do find interesting is that the tour guide kept saying this dam is the second largest in the U.S. and the Hoover Dam is only the fourth largest. That is contrary to what Wikipedia says. Hmmmm. But, this tour was also free, which Hoover Dam is not. (you know, I love me some free.)
I wanted to show you this picture because see how the air is not clear, not cloudy or foggy, but not clear either? That is smoke from 17 wildfires in the area. Yikes!
You can read all of the interesting facts on Wikipedia, but I wanted to tell you an amusing story about my frame of mind.
The tour takes an hour, and you walked about 1 1/2 miles, so I had 20 minutes to go back to the car, smoke a cigarette, and put on comfortable shoes. The lady at the desk did not bother to tell me, that the beginning of the tour is 1/2 mile away, and "It takes 15 minutes to get there, so you better hurry." This was after I had smoked, changed shoes, used up 10 minutes. I still had to pee. So, thank you very much, kind lady, for not telling me that when you gave me the ticket! So, I begin this tour already somewhat annoyed. So, I rushed myself 1/2 a mile to the beginning of the tour, just so I can wait in line, meantime, there is a golf cart ferrying people over to the starting line. Hey, kind lady, what about me? Do I look like I need the exercise, or what?
So, I'm waiting in line, and there is the obligatory man, that knows everything, talks too much, and laughs too loud. And, because of 9/11, there are all kinds of security measures. NO PURSES! NO LARGE WALLETS! NO BACKPACKS! You get the idea. So, we have to go through a medal detector, and the security guy running the thing must have thought he had THE MOST important job in the world. It was ridiculous how militaristic he was. (My annoyance is almost visible, at this point.) And loud mouth guy over here is still regaling us with his vast knowledge of the area.
Then, comes the tour guide. He started his speech about California, and how we should "just block out this brown part of the state", while pointing to the LA area. Loud mouth says "ya, the part that is going back to Mexico?" I almost left the tour right then and there. Annoyance had turned to anger. But, I had walked a half mile and gone through General Patton's medal detector, and kind of wanted to see the inner workings of the dam, so I stayed.
And, I'm glad that I did. The tour guide was very knowledgeable and proud of the dam. The loud mouth guy was pretty quiet, and easy to stay away from. So, it ended up being a good experience. Maybe the 1 1/2 mile walk was just what I needed.
I couldn't be bothered to read all about the dam on Wikipedia, but some of you may find it interesting. What I do find interesting is that the tour guide kept saying this dam is the second largest in the U.S. and the Hoover Dam is only the fourth largest. That is contrary to what Wikipedia says. Hmmmm. But, this tour was also free, which Hoover Dam is not. (you know, I love me some free.)
I wanted to show you this picture because see how the air is not clear, not cloudy or foggy, but not clear either? That is smoke from 17 wildfires in the area. Yikes!
You can read all of the interesting facts on Wikipedia, but I wanted to tell you an amusing story about my frame of mind.
The tour takes an hour, and you walked about 1 1/2 miles, so I had 20 minutes to go back to the car, smoke a cigarette, and put on comfortable shoes. The lady at the desk did not bother to tell me, that the beginning of the tour is 1/2 mile away, and "It takes 15 minutes to get there, so you better hurry." This was after I had smoked, changed shoes, used up 10 minutes. I still had to pee. So, thank you very much, kind lady, for not telling me that when you gave me the ticket! So, I begin this tour already somewhat annoyed. So, I rushed myself 1/2 a mile to the beginning of the tour, just so I can wait in line, meantime, there is a golf cart ferrying people over to the starting line. Hey, kind lady, what about me? Do I look like I need the exercise, or what?
So, I'm waiting in line, and there is the obligatory man, that knows everything, talks too much, and laughs too loud. And, because of 9/11, there are all kinds of security measures. NO PURSES! NO LARGE WALLETS! NO BACKPACKS! You get the idea. So, we have to go through a medal detector, and the security guy running the thing must have thought he had THE MOST important job in the world. It was ridiculous how militaristic he was. (My annoyance is almost visible, at this point.) And loud mouth guy over here is still regaling us with his vast knowledge of the area.
Then, comes the tour guide. He started his speech about California, and how we should "just block out this brown part of the state", while pointing to the LA area. Loud mouth says "ya, the part that is going back to Mexico?" I almost left the tour right then and there. Annoyance had turned to anger. But, I had walked a half mile and gone through General Patton's medal detector, and kind of wanted to see the inner workings of the dam, so I stayed.
And, I'm glad that I did. The tour guide was very knowledgeable and proud of the dam. The loud mouth guy was pretty quiet, and easy to stay away from. So, it ended up being a good experience. Maybe the 1 1/2 mile walk was just what I needed.
Sacramento River and the Sundail Bridge
I spent a couple of days in Redding, CA in a campground on the Sacramento River. A beautiful and very fast flowing river, with a lot of people fishing. The boats would quietly go flying by when going down river, no need to use the engine, then a little while later, they would come back upstream using a lot of engine power. I only saw people fly fishing, for trout and salmon, I think. Not sure about that because I didn't talk to any of them, but they were definitely fly fishing, which looks like it takes some practice and skill.
They are trying very hard to promote tourism, and the beautiful river, so they built a pedestrian bridge, called the Sundial Bridge. It goes from the park on one side of the river to the botanical gardens on the other side, with miles and miles of walking/biking trails. I could not tell what time it is from the shadow of the bridge, but maybe it only works during summer solstice, or one day a year?
Anyway, it was a very pretty part of the country, and the bridge and botanical gardens were free. I love me some free.
They are trying very hard to promote tourism, and the beautiful river, so they built a pedestrian bridge, called the Sundial Bridge. It goes from the park on one side of the river to the botanical gardens on the other side, with miles and miles of walking/biking trails. I could not tell what time it is from the shadow of the bridge, but maybe it only works during summer solstice, or one day a year?
Anyway, it was a very pretty part of the country, and the bridge and botanical gardens were free. I love me some free.
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