GoldCountry

Gold Country, California

The White Bird hummed happily along and I hummed with it. Then the wildflowers started – a few patches at first and then acres of them. Suddenly there were wildflowers spread like gold dust in the fields on either side. Mr McNally, why in the world have you not dotted California’s Highway 4? I asked the question out loud while drifting through the flowers as if the Bird was a magic carpet. On the radio KT Oslin sang that she would always come back to me and she was so sincere that I believed her, although we had never met. Her voice unfurled its song amidst masses of flowers and lazy sunbeams falling like smoke. The journey bound me in its spell, and then the small town of Copperopolis lived up to its name by having copper-coloured flowers and grasses in amongst the gold.

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