I arrive at Lake Berryessa which is crowded with cars, fishermen, RVs and general noise. I feel cramped and depressed. I scramble up the hill beside the dam only to find barbed wire. In front of a surprised Indian couple I crawl out form under a fence. Dodging poison oak I walk back toward the car.

Up a trail I arrive at a sawtooth peak, with views of the lake and peaks beyond, Davis and Sacramento rising flat panes of color. The noise of the cars finally disappears, and then the wind picks up and rain starts falling. Sliding down thorugh a field of grass and wildflower to a creek which trickles in advance of receiving this rainfall. After the spare ridgetop this place is crowded with growth. Once again avoiding poison oak back to the car.

Note on driving back: "so many layers in this Central Valley sky"  ¶ 6:30 PM