“Nearly all the great civilizations were irrigated ones. That single act—irrigation—seems inextricably linked to their ascendance, as well as to their demise.”
—Mark Reisner, Cadillac Desert
and sharp turns along property lines.
Paicines is among the driest places I have ever been. It is also among the quietest. Even the Panoche Inn (see map below), which was featured on KQED, was a quiet retreat with Coors on tap.
It gives you a real sense of place to see that there is a local road called Jackass Grade.
And just over the hills are a bunch of green squares (The Central Valley).
In a place so devoid of water, you could see where the water fed the plants with just enough to make them to flush green.
This life-giving stream muddied my shoes and the dog’s paws. It gave life to flashes of color (almost too sun-drenched to see).
And then found an awesome new bird to check off my life bird list: the American Cliff Swallow (recognized by its nests) and the dozens of little silhouetted swallows which swooped and dove above our heads.