Where I Live

I am so glad to have my camera back because I've wanted to show you where I live. On the map, north of Reno you will see where Hwy 395 in California bows east and touches the Nevada State line. That's where I took this picture after the inkle workshop yesterday, looking north toward Susanville. This is called Long Valley. It's a really very very long valley - very long.
And this is called Long Valley Creek. It really is a trickle, but at this spot, beaver dams have backed up the trickle and created the illusion of abundant water. This is the first time since I've gotten my camera back this Spring that I have not been in a hurry. I could barely hear all the bird calls over the busy highway sounds. I didn't worry about being alone, walking along the highway. People drive too fast to stop.
I've wanted to have an oppor-
tunity forever to get a picture of this tree. It grows right out of that rock. I was at a neighbor's party last night and told him I'd stopped for this photo. He was surprised that it's still alive. It is still alive, but I don't know how.

From where I've parked, turning my camera east I have captured the red rocks that signal our turnoff and our exit from California. One mile inside the turnoff, the road becomes Nevada. I know there are lots of places called Red Rock and we're one of them. We live in Red Rock Valley.
I shot this from my car window, because I could. I'd had enough of the crazy wind.