Kay and I went on a little getaway for a few days north of San Francisco and during our adventures we saw two signs that made me glad I carry a camera in my pocket cleverly disguised as a phone. This first sign was on a wall that was in front of some dumpsters:
On our way home, Kay was driving, and we had time and energy for exploring. In that condition, we’re quick to pull off the road to go check something out. So when we came upon a sign that said, “Spirit Rock Meditation Center,” the car practically slowed down and turned off the main road on its own.
Along a narrow signless road we drove. And then, up ahead, we saw some yellow at the top of a pole. Yes, it’s a sign, no doubt. Whatever might a sign want to tell us clear out here? There are no buildings in sight. No turns to make. Just more trees and grass and sky and such. We moved closer, and closer, and then, when we could read the text, the car knew to stop for the photo op: