Undoubtedly one of the best things that ever happened to me as a kid was when my parents relocated to a small community tucked between the morning shadows of this giant:
And the evening shadows of this pile of rocks:
Bisecting the middle of the valley between these mountain ranges is what I think is the most scenic highway in California.
As a kid, I pretty much had free roam over these hills--hunting snakes and lizards, fishing and climbing huge piles of rocks for no discernible reason. As long as I was back before it got dark and I accomplished (this term was often applied loosely) a minimal amount of work around the yard for my parents, I would be turned loose again the next day.
Growing up under these circumstances, it was hard for me to imagine becoming anything other than a wildlife biologist. Except for maybe a professional baseball player.
Happy New Year to my loyal reader. Hopefully the next post will actually be about Kokopelli Wildlife Area.
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