After crossing the pass over Tehachapi, I decided to take Highway 99 through the Central Valley. I loved driving through places with names like Pixley, Italian Swiss Colony, and McFarland. In several small towns, I would see orchards right next to the highway, with chickens or peacocks wandering close to the road. Farmland stretched for acres. Signs in yards offered “Lambs for sale” or “Fresh eggs here — drive in”. I saw fruit stands every few miles.In Turlock, good friends for 40+ years offered the street in front of their house to park my trailer. It was so good catching up and reminiscing about our shared history.
It occurred to me that a lot of our country is rural, and yet our lawmakers and those making critical decisions live and work in big cities, for the most part. I think rural life is slower paced, friendlier, healthier. Maybe we should put California’s state capitol in Tulare or something.