Today in Chico is gloomy, overcast, foggy and cold. What a perfect day for a walk in the woods! So I packed up my pistols and drove up the hill.
It was really foggy, almost dangerous foggy, until I got above 3,000 feet. Then the fog disappeared. Blue bird day, and crystal clear. It was gorgeous! There was snow all over the sides of the road at this point.
So I continued up to one of my many spots where I like park and walk. This spot is about 30 miles from my apartment. There was nobody parked there, so I’d have a few thousand acres of land all to myself–just how I like it.
Snow! Everywhere, snow! It was so beautiful. The air was so crisp and clean and cold. The forest was sooo quiet. I walked for about a mile. I couldn’t hear the cars up on the road above any more. I finally arrived at my meadow and took a seat on my favorite rock.
Quiet. Sooo quiet. I could just barely hear the sound of Big Chico Creek in the canyon below me. I sat there for the longest time in took it all in.