pictures or whatever.

on ortega hwy:
the ride felt much shorter than it ought to have, each turn drew me into the next, compelling me farther and farther into the canyons. the road snaked down hills and up mountains, sometimes tilting and leaning in ways that made gravity seem nonexistant. the machine pulled through turns and up the slopes in a graceful kind of way. eventually I found myself at the lookout, near the lake. the road wrapped around the hills on its way down to the lake, and was so smooth that I had come to the end of it before I was fully satisfied... and then there was the ride home.