Missing New Tripoli

Now that she has her driving license, I'm missing going to the stables with my daughter.  I used to take my paints and sit on a hill and watercolor a landscape.  I thought of this as I drove up route 100 yesterday, marveling at all the beautiful country that still exists in housing-less pockets. It was especially pretty at around 8:45pm.  There was a brightness right above the mountain tree line, and then a blanket of dark clouds above the brightness like the night was wringing out the day.