My brother—the failed alchemist—and I went to the Carlsbad flower fields today. Despite having lived in San Diego for exactly 0 days, I never knew this place existed. I’m not sure what it’s actual purpose is, but it’s pretty cool. I do wish you could actually walk through some of the fields, but that aside, it’s still a nice way to spend an afternoon.
(Note: I don’t think there are any actual poppies. I just like McCrae’s poem about World War I.)
On the way home we swung by Trestles to see if any good sunset photos presented themselves, but not a whole lot came along. After a few bird photos we turned and trudged up the long path back to my motor coach.
The aforementioned brother takes a stroll.
There was a surprisingly small number of bees. With millions of flowers onsite, we expected to see more than the 6 or so we did encounter.
Signs everywhere tell you to stay out of the fields, but apparently the rules aren’t always adhered to. :)
Jake these are stunning. The one with the father and son is particularly amazing. Well done!
You do know these are commercial flower fields, don’t you? That is their purpose. They sell them.
that sand dwarf is creepy