Sunday morning drive. You have to get up early to get these shots, early to see the sun rise, early to see dew on the apples, early to see clear roads and no traffic. Because the folks from the big city love the mountains as much as we do. The apples are ripe, the pumpkins are big, the air is getting cooler, and the city folks are coming in droves. The locals know to get groceries (or anything you might need for the weekend) by Thursday afternoon, and then hole up in your little piece of heaven until Monday. Traffic backs up on Sunday afternoon all along the little towns with stop lights, folks heading back south, back to the city. Just thank goodness there is a 4-lane highway all the way now, not curvy narrow Highway 5 like it used to be, if they only knew. I don't blame them of course for getting away to the mountains. I would probably do the same thing if I wasn't lucky enough to live here already. But I am, lucky and blessed.
