Amanda: California dreaming

The drive through Nevada seems interminable. Dust devils swirl everywhere. Rattle snakes are suspected of lurking below every sage brush. Fat cattle lol around on what seems hopeless pasture but it must be giving up something to them. The highway climbs are huge and the opposite descents swift. The salt flats of Utah, terribly toxic and oppressive–the stuff of other planets.

After better than a twelve hour day driving, we arrived at Mary Minor’s oasis in Dayton, Nevada. She made us supper. Provided Pinot noir. The twelve hours didn’t seem so bad. Monty bred her bitch, Val–the festival of Monty/Val.

Mary went off to work early in the morning. Sandy Milberg and I drove down to Bridgeport, California, high in the Sierras, home to newlyweds , Blair and Haley Hunewill. The drive was rich in spectacle. 395 followed river courses high into the mountains. And suddenly the cut back route opens up to the fat valley, home to the Hunewill ranch, flanked on all sides by high Sierras.

We took a Long beautiful ride around a perimeter.



This morning we had a show of young dogs, half my breed and half Haley’s. They looked good.

Mount up, Haley!