Here are pictures I took today on my seven-mile hike with Anna in Tilden Park. My mother-in-law, Helen, once referred to the dry, summer hills of California as “burnished,” which (she would have known) derives from a Middle English word for “brown.” I’ve always thought it was an evocative description of the shine of brittle grasses at this time of year. This is a Flash gallery for a change. The link below the thumbnails will […]
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Narcolepsy
Saturday I decided to drive to Grass Valley to see Teej & Richard at the Rancho. The three of us got to yacking and stayed up way past our bedtimes—till about 3:00. Even so, we got up relatively early on Sunday (well, it was still morning) and I was impressed at how age has not diminished our ability to keep strange hours. Or so I thought. While Richard weed-whacked his acres, Teej and I went […]
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My poor little muscles have gone all floppy this week as they’ve sat around watching me work on the computer. So yesterday Anna and I took them for a walk in Briones Regional Park, on a six-mile trail with 1700 feet in elevation gain. Anna’s wearing the cowboy hat she bought in Death Valley. Our destination was a small, fuzzy, round peak where, inspired by total isolation and the 360-degree view, we spontaneously broke into […]
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