In Barstow.
After the train.
Near the tamarisk.
At the station of the crossed clouds.
Across the Mojave on 58.
Below the southern Sierra Nevada.
Up Tehachapi Pass's Joshua trees, snow, and (unfortunate) windmills.
Through the industrial violations of the high plateau.
By the town.
Down the grade.
Past oaks and digger pine.
Into the fog of the future with Harriet at the end of a most memorable happy year -- and, to all, many new ones more!
