2014 has been the worst year for my blogging since I began doing it a few years ago. This is not because I have not much to share. I, in fact, have so much to write about that I am overloaded with a huge backlog.
March 1st, Saturday: We decided to explore this supposedly one of the most picturesque trails of California - Fresno's Blossom Trail. If not for Sierra Nevada, Fresno would be one of the most boring places in the state. On this particular day we would probably be the only folks from Northern California going all the way to Fresno for sightseeing.
When we searched for the blossom trail on our little smart phones, they took us to a sleepy town of Sanger in the Fresno suburb. After driving for about 3 hours we ended up at this town that had all but cherry blossom trees; there were acres of land waiting to be watered in the drought ridden California. I stopped my car at a gas station to enquire about the famous blossom trail. The attendant showed me the direction to a place that turned out to be Blossom Trail Inn. The next few minutes my wife and I scrambled our smartphones to get more information about the trail.
My wife found something in Reedly, which was a few miles south east of Sanger. Perhaps that place had the so called "Blossom Trail", but we landed there in despair. There was no Blossom Trail anywhere. There were a few private cherry orchards with a big sign, "Private Property. Trespassers will be prosecuted." I once again pulled over at a gas station in Reedly (Why do I always stop at a gas station? That's because that was the only place where I could find people. The roads were empty, otherwise.) The lady at the gas station pointed me across the street and said, "That's the Blossom Trail." I looked outside the window and asked her, "There? But there are only some warehouses?" She said, "Yes, that's it." We were duped once again. We drove next to those big warehouses and just made a U turn. Kids showed signs of restlessness after sitting in the car for more than four hours. The gas station lady also told me that there was a sign board for the Blossom Trail. I drove up and down the same road a few times searching for the sign. That frustrated the kids and their Mom even more.
After being behind the wheels for five hours, we gave up looking for the so called, world popular, beckoning Blossom Trail. We decided to go towards Fresno, and then head back to San Jose. On our way back we stopped at a private cherry orchard where an old man was strolling inside the orchards. I asked him about the Blossom Trail. He was extremely rude. Whatever he said sounded like, "Just get out of my property." We went a little further to find a small patch of cherry trees. There was nobody in the orchard. It was indeed a private orchard, so what the heck, we got out of our cars and took some nice pictures with the kids. I also took this picture, the one below, which puts me in awe. The orchard looks grander and more beautiful in the picture than it really was. Somethings really look good in the pics.
Kannada Rajyotsava 2014
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