The hills of the central coast hide them. And I went looking. Half-moon oaks, arms to the ground oaks, so big families of birds call them home oaks and horses stand beneath and graze oaks.
Have you ever dreamed of them in black and white? How about with the ray of morning shining through their
Rugged and poised yet younger than they look, oak trees symbolize this life out here in the west. Maybe that's why I went searching. And after following Lance Armstrong's training ride for two hours (probably as fast as he completed it on his bike), I found what I was looking for in Happy Valley. Yep, Happy Valley, California, is where those picturesque oaks live along with those brother and sister song birds and grazing horses.
