Julian is small tourist town with a reputation for outstanding apple pie and cider. Gangs of middle aged electronics workers parked their motorcycles in long lines. Horse drawn traffic competed with cars for road space. I barked at a few dogs as I drove by the cars in Julian at 5 miles per hour. Just outside Julian, farmers apparently breed horses to look like telephone poles .
Cattle move freely over roads as they cross from pasture to pasture.
As I crossed one field, I stopped my truck. I had a friendly chat with two horses . After I recovered from the shock, I petted Brownie's nose . Brownie returned the favor by slobbering on my leg. In about two minutes, Brownie went back to his serious grazing.