10/6: Clearlake is the largest lake within the Californian borders. When we woke up in Lucerne, we walked down to a boardwalk down by the lake and had leftover fruit for breakfast. The lake didn’t seem that big. But then again, having grown up in serious glacial lake country, few places will seem lakey I guess.
Still, it was beautiful, with the surrounding golden mountains and the heat and the smell of dry grass. It looked like something Italian. Or maybe Greek. Or just Mediterranean, seeing as that’s the climate they have here. Sunny dry summers and rainy winters. We had left the green wilderness of the redwoods behind.
But as we started driving, it hit me how particularily unique this place looked like. With the yellow mountains and the odd oak sticking up here and there, it really didn’t look like anything I’ve ever seen before. I take the thing about Italian back. This was obviously Californian.
Katja Malmborg 