Driving on Hwy 58 out of Bakersfield, CA, I was climbing the hills at a crawl as the sky grew pink with the light of dawn. There were windmills turning on the peak of the ridges, and on the slopes leading down toward town.
Who would have thought that I, Kristi the night owl, would be up before dawn, driving to see these kind of sights?
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