How do we know when we’re over the hill? Often it seems when we’re over the hill we just see more mountains to cross.
As you can see, the hills here are dry. But still beautiful. Nestled among these hills (they’d be called Mountains back east) are some reservoirs. Just a few miles north of Carp as the Tripp flies, Jameson Lake is showing ever more lake bed as the drought deepens.
Further west along the Santa Ynez River is Gibraltar Lake, also looking very dry and brown.
But just a couple of miles south across the ridge on the Montecito foothills, there are patches of bright green fed by water from three dams on the river.
This sort of contrast is one of many things that make flying here so delightful. In a couple of minutes you can see such different worlds, glimpses of how it looked eons ago, and the dramatic effects of human hand.
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