Loitering at the Corners is replete with fascinating encounters. Last week, Rowdy Creek Joe, Smith River’s most pessimistic weather prophet. This week, it’s Santy Claus, and on his way to Sunday school Christmas festivities too.
Materializing out of nowhere, that jovial old soul claimed his reindeers were tired so he pastured them up at Johnny Cooper’s field until he made a pre-Christmas call on the kiddies to ascertain their heart’s desire.
Sunday night, the Corners took on the scene of a living Christmas card scene, a miniature village with a backdrop of forested hills. Several wisps of fog plumes were tucked here and there among the redwoods up Rowdy Creek, while High Divide wore a full moon above its crown.