Actually, my deck is terrible for taking pictures. It is all the tall trees in the area. Most of the light in the day is little patches of about a square foot all over the place, filtering through all the trees. Arial photography of this area looks like some roads going through a thickly populated forests. Still better than inside light. Magalia is like a huge retirement trailer park where the average age here is 49. Lots of retired southern Californians, old hippies, new hippies, survivalists, mountain men wannabees, and a few homeshored workers stuck on the mountain. The place is densely populated - over crowding in the mountains, ya! No street lights, city water, or city conveniences, $7 hamburger at the store, and the pizza parlor's best pizza is nameed The Garbage Can, and no one can name all of the ingredients used in their creation. Kind of like Ellie Mae Clampet swimming with her critters in the cement pond, smoking pot, minus the cement pond. It's a tough decision out omn the deck - take pictures of my basses, or the family of deer who have just walked into my back yard to graze on what little grass I have growing there. They are all over the place here, and not afraid of humans or cars. Most people drive slow for them, and I did have to break hard twpo weeks ago for a flock of wild turkeys who flew out of the woods across the street from the grocery store/bank in town, and waddled around in the road for awhile. Well, better than gang violence in the bigger cities down south, I suppose. Huh? What does that have to do with Alembic basses? Good question. Cabin fevor? Naw, drove down the mountain to Paradise this afternoon for some of the best Mexican shredded beef goodies I have had in decades (Meho's, I highly recommend them!). It is good to be back on the left coast. Oh, the weather here is very good for Alembic basses - There, covered nicely.
