We made it to Fresno! The landscape along Highway 99 is severe: scorched earth, piles of junk, abandoned buildings & miles of freight trains. The temperature is well above 100 degrees. Our vehicle overheated going over The Grapevine. Buck Owens Crystal Palace looks less than majestic. Spike got carsick & threw up. It is a mysterious place: The San Joaquin Valley. There is certainly something sinister hidden among the vines...but there is something else too. The symmetry of the fields, the ranch houses, the machinery & the silos. The breath-taking view as one descends from the mountains to the valley below. The geometry of a place mapped out in rows & green fields & orchards & ditches & railroad veins.