Home away from home up there in Mendocino County.


We sometimes sneak away up to Boonville.


Population, hardly much.


The dogs just run all day.


I walk behind them, up and down the steeps.


Then we all sit around.


Look for birds. Pigs. Bones.


Mostly it was raining.


Until there was sun.


We don’t much care which it is.


We just like it up there. Don’t see another soul til we come down off the mountain.


Not much more to say than that.