SLO Town

I’ll always remember the first day I drove to work after moving to SLO.  As I made my way down a road, aptly named, Tank Farm, I gazed toward the airport and appreciated the herd of cows grazing not far from the runway.  Upon reflection that seems a bit concerning… I’m sure there’s a fence.  Probably.  In any case, it was an idyllic contrast compared to the Cupertino parking lot of my previous life.

It was a bit like the time I got onto our one freeway in the early evening as it had just gotten dark.  As I merged onto the roadway I checked my left mirror and all I saw was darkness.  Pitch black.  A few moments of panic… am I on an offramp?  Where am I?… Oh yeah, I’m in a beautiful small town where the cars don’t pave the roadways.

A few Sundays ago I was headed home from the grocery store, waiting at a traffic light to get onto that same freeway.  The light turns green.  We’re still stopped.  I see a big white F150 truck waiting at the beginning of the onramp.  Impatience rumbles.

What’s the deal?  Why aren’t we driving??…

And then I see it.  Crossing a four lane freeway overpass and then a one lane onramp… a mommy duck and her dozen baby cotton balls.  They hurry across in a little line and then flutter into a patch of grass near the Hampton Inn.

A good reminder to slow down and drink it in.

 

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