Possum Family Singers

Over the weekend I drove to the desert for Scruffy’s Mom’s 80th birthday party, carrying his ashes.  There I met with his sisters, brother-in-law, nieces, nephews, childhood friends, and on Sunday we took a long hike to the ridge above his Mother’s home, where he lived with his Mom, Dad, and four siblings.

We had a beautiful scattering, up the trail to a little hill with junipers and jackrabbits above the valley, a panoramic view of the Tehachapis, the Saddleback Buttes, Rosamond, the Antelope Valley where he grew up and played in the wild desert. It was dusk, and a murder of crows was skeining in the thermals, saying this is the place  .  .

The sun was setting as we finished, the weather was perfect.

As I drove out of town this morning, I shot this view from the road of the little hill where we scattered the ashes.  So beautiful, really.