dryfj.com / drycyclist.com (kevin cook)

6350/7119
Home /

After descending that little steep piece of Hobbs Road, I ride down Manzanita Point Road across the meadow.

ThumbnailsPreviousNext
Photo sizes slideshow
05265-manzanita-point-road-550px.jpg After escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townThumbnailsAfter darkness falls, I boil water under the full moon for the first add-water-to-bag meal of this tripAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townThumbnailsAfter darkness falls, I boil water under the full moon for the first add-water-to-bag meal of this tripAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townThumbnailsAfter darkness falls, I boil water under the full moon for the first add-water-to-bag meal of this tripAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townThumbnailsAfter darkness falls, I boil water under the full moon for the first add-water-to-bag meal of this tripAfter escaping Whiskey Pete's, I begin the trip for real by riding through Primm toward the dirt roads that lead out of townThumbnailsAfter darkness falls, I boil water under the full moon for the first add-water-to-bag meal of this trip

It's a mostly gentle downhill across this meadow, which is painted in a typical Henry Coe late-summer palette: golden yellow (grass), sky blue, and some dark green trim from the oaks and other trees.

I will climb over that ridge in the distance (Willow Ridge) later today to get to Mississippi Lake on the other side.

It's interesting to me how many people interpret the golden yellow of the dry grasses as brown and dead (and thus unappealing). Personally, I find the dry golden yellow grass against a bright blue sky to be a one of the more striking colour combinations that California landscapes have to offer.

I do most of my visits to Coe Park in late summer, when the landscape it at its driest. While the greener landscapes of winter and spring have a beauty and lushness of their own, I find their verdant character at that time of year to be darker perhaps a bit more monotonous (I love yellow!).