After walking through a creek bed of poison oak, which took a half an hour, i was losing valuable time. Not one limb touched me, but i was losing the light and when I finally came out on the hillside the view I had imagined in my dream with the train tracks and the mountain in the rear ground and the oak tree was just like my dream only it wasn’t a dream, it was the George Miller Trail. The only difference was the light, I could barely see the mountain through the haze, and the mountain, even in the distance, has a presence. I make a vow to get this shot on a clear day. For now, ‘trains a comin’ and I’m down to the shore – George Miller #6