A little leg of the Carson River in Nevada at the tail end of the day. We drove by there after a marvelous dinner at a local casino buffet (although the hideous conspicuous over-consumption and waste of a casino buffet is a bit hard to take). My mom was feeling pretty good so we stopped and walked a bit. We could hear the Black-billed Magpies settling down for the night. There were ducks calling nearby. It was lovely and quiet and weren’t even any mosquitos biting. It almost looks like the Shire, doesn’t it? But no self-respecting hobbit would tolerate it being this wild and untidy. 🙂
Now, go away and let us sleep!