We haven't come that far as the crow flies, but even a crow would have a hard time flying over the Sierra Mountains and there were no roads across them. It took us all day to work our way around the bottom of the range. We left the reliable warmth and sunshine of Las Vegas for a much more variable forecast in California. After crossing one of my favorite roads - how do you pronounce Zzyzx? - we drove through the Mojave Desert, which was green and blooming in a desert-y sort of way. Once we got past the mountains we were in a valley lush will orange groves, date trees, olive groves, grape vines, avocado plants. The TV weather people call this area The Inland Kingdom. Much of the produce we eat every day comes from this prolific area. The drought that California has been enduring, was not apparent here although all the water was delivered from drip irrigation. Even though we were in an agricultural area, the traffic was heavy. We are camped on a river with real water flowing through it and really trees with with real leaves over our heads. It's been a long time.