and couldn't get back to the Napa County line fast enough.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe - John Muir
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Mischief at Hudeman Slough
Nick and Rocket have been home this weekend, so last night we all went out to Hudeman Slough just across the border. We were overcome by a weird sensation as we crossed a painted line in the road, reading Napa on one side, and Sonoma on the other. The road immediately became rougher, the sky darker... it just didn't feel right. We pulled down a dirt side road, over some tracks, and parked. The big hay barn beckoned.
Big hay barn.
Rocket is fast as a rocket with his tongue. As you can tell, Nick wasn't about to let Rocket get cold. 
We scaled a gate, walked down a dirt road, and were startled by this old riderless tractor emerging from the slough.
Even more startling, when we turned and fled, a shocking apparition appeared.
After snapping a couple shots, we bolted for the van...

and couldn't get back to the Napa County line fast enough.
and couldn't get back to the Napa County line fast enough.
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That's kind of like the self-portrait Nick drew in art class, with his face on the Quaker Oatmeal tub. His spirit haunts unlikely places....
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