Yucca Valley, California
Timed our early breakfast perfectly as fresh hot cinnamon rolls were being dished up. Good job we weren't dining alone as we'd have happily polished them all off.
As Mr F headed out for some morning birding, I relaxed in front of the TV and prepped for my riding trip at noon. Remembering how black with horse grease my jeans got in Yosemite, I opted for my affectionately named 'jungle' trousers. Not too pretty but comfy, hard wearing and do an honest day's work -...