Thursday, July 14, 2011

Look what I found...

As background, a couple of weeks ago I noticed some dirt/rock hauling tractor trailers going up and down the grade to Ramona where I live. I wondered about it but dismissed it at first. But as I saw more of these big trucks I got curious why they would be making trips from the quarry in Lakeside to my town 20 miles away. I was hopeful that it meant that construction was re-starting here in San Diego County. My son, a journeyman construction plumber, has been looking for work for almost a year since construction halted here in San Diego. I had to know.

So late this afternoon, I followed the winding road I had seen them travel. I saw a Dead End sign but I kept driving. There were a few houses, some small ranches and the road kept going. Then no more houses, no side streets, no sign of construction anywhere.

I kept driving and came around a bend 2 miles past the Dead End sign and spotted this unknown valley. Beautiful, and it went for at least 2 or 3 more miles. No telephone poles, no houses, fences, just rolling hills with trees. It was like a paradise. As I continued on, I noticed barb wire fencing started on one side of the road. There was a sign telling me that this paradise lost was Pamo Valley Ranch owned by the city of San Diego. I snapped this photo as I was driving back.



I never figured out where the trucks were going but I got to see a beautiful view.
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My life has changed in the last couple of years - some bumps, I retired from quilting, and then I moved to Texas. I'm anxious to see what new adventures await me in the next phase of my life.

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I started quilting when a quilt shop opened in our little town in January 2004. I have been hooked ever since.

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