It was a little guy, about a foot long, just stretched out across the main trail. I was two steps beyond him before stopping, realizing it’s the first I’ve seen this season.
When I woke up this morning, I saw the hot air balloons above the horizon to the east. I heard the rat-a-tat-tat of the neighbors’ sprinkler on the west side of the yard.
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Hot air balloons rise in the east, launching from Lake Skinner in Southern California’s Temecula wine country.
The white carriage pulled by a white horse took us down the gentle grade around the back of the lake in full view of the guests seated at the entrance to the peninsula…