We usually try to predict when the first snow will fall in the mountains, but an early rainstorm pre-empted us this year.

I forgot how beautiful Hemet really is. When we were driving home down Domenigoni Tuesday night, I was almost shocked to see how abruptly the mountains rise out of the ground in the twilight. Thanksgiving morning, my mom and I tooled around town on the tandem and I got to admire it all in broad daylight. The breaking rainclouds created a constantly shifting canopy.



I rode in back, which meant I could take pictures, but also meant I had to trust my mom to navigate--not always an easy feat. She likes to cut corners.



Point Loma makes us sunset snobs, or at least connoisseurs, anyways. But Hemet can hold its own.