My little ‘field of dreams’ bleeds into where the Annenberg Wildlife Crossing will be. It’s not a vast sea of cornstalks or wide open farm fields. My ‘field’ is a carpet of green unrolling between gentle hills and bordered by the 101 freeway at the entrance end. It will host the obvious legacy of P-22; concrete proof, literally, that P-22 will be remembered and celebrated for years beyond counting.
My hope is that the bridge will blend gently into my valley-'field' and it will be covered in the same soft, velvety green it is now, turning to yellows and dry grasses as summer comes.