The Tales of the Metropolitan Redneck Sisters Part 1

My sister left her job three weeks before the date she planned to move back to New York.  When that last day of work ended that's when my mega, squeeze-something-in-for every-second-of-the-day-left-with-your-sister-that-you-can, itinerary kicked in. 

Our first adventure drove us through and high above the giant old redwood trees to the open meadows of the Bald Hills.  Vultures sailed elegantly above us as we followed the road to the highest peak.  Luciano  Pavarotti sang to us from the radio with his notes serenading the rolling green meadows floating in the sea blue sky.  We pulled over and sound-of-music twirled ourselves out of the car and hills-are-alive sang ourselves up to the mountain's peak. The whole while the snow capped Trinity Alps sat on the horizon in happy audience to be celebrated by two major babes.

 

Wait  Julie Andrews??? No...  Katy?



No.  No.  No....Katy???  Wait, wait, wait..Julie Andrews?

Spun dizzy, we flopped down and watched the lazy cloud shadows slide silently over the hills.  We couldn't believe a place this peaceful was able to still exist in a world held captive by cell phones and instant everything technology constantly buzzing into our lives, holding our attention hostage.  We walked through those meadows leaving memories tangled in the blowing spring grasses.  The clouds that day would float into our conversations for years to come.  With Katy leaving for New York and being so far from having a quick cup of tea in the middle of the day away...I never wanted to leave that mountain meadow...ever.  But, we had walked and spun ourselves enough that day to earn ourselves a milkshake and it was time to go.

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