The gentle curves of the California hills, especially when they are bald and golden during the summer, look to me like the back of some animal. I had thought so since the very first time I saw these rolling hills, but could never figure out what animal it was.
One day, I got a window seat when flying between San Francisco and Las Vegas. Usually I choose aisle seats because the extra space in the aisle makes extended confinement somewhat easier, but this day there were none left. Looking out the window I realized I was seeing California from the air for the very first time.
No wonder I couldn't figure out the animal. It was just too large to see from ground level. Thanks for the crowded flight, Southwest!