I wrote this note on the way here. Now I am going home.
"Serpentine ropes of river map the valley depths against the saw-toothed plateu tops. First the plateus seem smooth, their outline impossibly carved, thick ridges cored from the earth, then there is a section of snowy peak, then beyond that, the cuts in the earth devolve in to artless, constant pocks and divots in messy swells; topographical contusion that grow greener as you progress further into California. The westerly ridge faces are treeless, as if the sun melted the life off them, exposing swathes of the ridge's ruby brown under color. "