The Sand Pit Road

On the old road, about a kilometer or two before it meets the coast Highway again, is a road to the right. It then follows along a riverbed with steep hills on either side.

Thru the windshield of the car as we drive along. Huge and old oaks are frequent among many other varities that grow along the river bed and roadside. Low scrub is on much of the hills.

It is the time of year for many beautiful flowers.



An old truck tire placed in the shade, making a place to sit and rest.

The road crossed thru the riverbed, where a small stream slowly flows this season.

Parked in the stream looking at the plant and water life outside the car window.

A cow feeds on the greens growing in the sand of the river bed.

This old Oak is in the middle of the road, dividing the uncoming cars. We paused in the shade of it.

The gravel and sand pit. Much of the equipment is gone now, and this is what remains. And a friendly watch man. This is where we have gotten sand before to work on projects.

The Camp Laboratory, as the sign says. Now unused.

This is where the road ends for those who do not have a key for the locked gate that takes one on to ranchos and who knows what more. The corrals are near as natural as their surroundings, fitting in like they grew there.

Healthy and well kept farm animals.

Black and white sheep, curious why we are watching them.

Ducks enjoying a swim in their tub with its own walkway.

Heading back out to the highway as the sun becomes low on the horizon.

Another of the many old Oaks.

In the shade of the trees is a firepit, for a roadside picnic or a workers meal.

Names from years back, as well as the new, are craved into the Oak.

And one last photo of a tree along the rocky stream bed, digitally altered. Another drive into the Ensenada area that has its own unique feel and its own beauty to be found.