In Carmel Valley, I caught a glimpse of: a coyote bounding across the road and into the oak forest; a great blue heron standing in a field; wild turkey hens; my magnificent turkey vultures high above; a bunny (rare in daylight); and this white pony resting in the cool morning sunlight.
I saw a sign, and it opened up my mind. Ace of Base was playing in the restroom. I had stopped in Gila Bend, which deserves some sort of award for being a town with a population of 1700 in the middle of nowhere (half way between Yuma and Phoenix, Arizona) that has created its own huge serving of quirky personality.
Behold the sign.
Behold the other sign.
Behold one of the murals in the Space Age Cafe.
And of course, the dinosaur at the gas station.