I shot this picture through my car window driving to work this morning. Lucky me, I get to drive through the old oak glen twice a day, on the way in and the way out of the pristine Santa Margarita river valley.
It is hard to forget what a beautiful place I live in when I see the sunlight pouring through the stately oaks on Willow Glen. The fence and rock pilaster wall on the left were built by the Pebbles family. They owned a lot of acreage there for years and the rustic old house he built still stands.
Old man Pebbles ran the FFA in Fallbrook for decades. He was a nice man. He and his equally nice wife have passed now. His son still lives in my valley. George Bamber was killed a few years ago when an eighty foot tall oak on this property fell on his van as he slowly drove down this stretch of road. Old George's number was evidently up.
He was a good guy, an electrician. Live every day like it is your last, lest a branch fall on your bonnet. Once in a while you will see a bobcat in this stretch of the road, that is, if you are lucky.