07.31.11
Posted in Just Me at 1:04 PM by Ann Hornbeck
Good morning, world!
Yesterday morning, I ran 5 miles on the trails. I was the last one in because for the past two weeks, and for various reasons, I have chosen not to run during the week. It has either been too hot, too many other obligations taking precedence, or too toxic as one day this week, a plastics company near Travis Air Force Base had a major fire that created a toxic cloud over two cities that honestly looked like something out of the movies. I took this photo while driving home three hours after the fire was put out! (Can you say particulates?) But alas, all is good on the western front.
I also had fun at my girlfriend’s 60th birthday party last night. Here is a shot looking out into the surrounding back yards. Reminds me of West Virginia!
I love Sunday mornings, don’t you? My first sip of coffee is always a wonderful moment for me. Next, a short trek to the chicken coop to release the hens, and then a quick dart to the backdoor so my toes and feet do not become “breakfast.” Then, a check of my email and another sip or two of my coffee as I brace myself for the problem du jour.
Nothing new and nothing old regarding the circus in Washington, but what a mess! So, I sat amidst the quiet, reading my New Yorker magazine before the family made their way into the living room.
I read a good commentary in the financial page section. Of course, it was about the ongoing dilemma in Washington. The reporter (James Surowiecki) pointed out that the debt ceiling adopted in 1917 was originally created to make the president accountable, but in current times, the debt limit actually makes the president less accountable, not more, “because if the debt ceiling isn’t raised, it’s President Obama who will be deciding which bills get paid and which don’t, with no say from Congress.” So, yes, it is all a performance – at our expense. He writes, “Advocates of the ceiling like the way it turns the national debt into front-page news, focusing the minds of voters and politicians; they think it fosters accountability, straight talk, transparency. In reality, debt-ceiling votes merely perpetuate the illusion that balancing the budget is easy.”
I embrace his last comment, “Instead of figuring out ways to raise the debt ceiling, we should simply abolish it. The U.S. economy has plenty of real problems to deal with. We shouldn’t have to wrestle with ones we’ve created.” Touche!
Back to reality…Music fills the air as Pandora shares the music of Tom Rush on the Greg Brown Radio station. Somehow, 10:00 a.m. has become 1:00 pm. “She got the urge for going, and I had to let her go…”
Peace out!
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07.27.11
Posted in Politics at 9:07 PM by Ann Hornbeck
Remember how wonderful it felt (for some of us) during Obama’s campaign? ”Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” Or this one: ”If we aren’t willing to pay a price for our values, if we aren’t willing to make some sacrifices in order to realize them, then we should ask ourselves whether we truly believe in them at all.” This one is pretty good too: ”The true test of the American ideal is whether we’re able to recognize our failings and then rise together to meet the challenges of our time. Whether we allow ourselves to be shaped by events and history, or whether we act to shape them.”
Just the other night, as I took a few moments to listen to Obama’s speech about the ongoing debt crisis, he still managed to tug and pull at my heart strings, to reel me in and inspire me to believe that his presence of mind is good, that his faith in democracy leads him to the path of sensibilities and truth, fairness and goodness, and images of better times to come.
We seem to be on pause. Stop the recording! Fast forward! No, go back! Wait! I want to hear that one again! Yes! No! Skip that one! Maybe! We can’t! We can! Who knows!
It’s expected that the weight of the world will drag us down, down, down into a major collapse of our entire system. A system spiraling out of control as the Democrats and Republicans continue to point and blame – taking two steps forward, and one step back. Has the game gone too far? Is there one more card to play? A stalemate? Perhaps the time is ripe to tip the balance, wipe the slate clean, re-group, and re-tool.
Go forth, Republicans, your flags waving red, white and blue, your swords drawn high and your torches burning.
Go forth Democrats, your hearts bleeding blue, blue, blue, your voices loud and clear – change, change, change (dammit!).
Go forth, Voters, your words falling on deaf ears as politicians enjoy their affair du jour, or sneak quietly to the bank to deposit the fruits of their embezzlements, kickbacks and payoffs.
And, we the people sit in our homes as our infrastructure crumbles around us, our schools and post offices closed, our senior citizens without food, money, and services, and our city and state governments trying to find a way to pass the burden back to the federal government whose walls are crumbling down, down, down.
And off in the distance – it all makes sense! Yes, he rises from the ashes, his voice loud and clear, his finger waving as he says, “I told you so, I told you so!” But, alas, it was only a dream. Even Michael Moore has nothing new to say.
The lines are drawn.
The whole world is watching.
It’s very, very quiet out there….
What’s next?
Peace out!
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07.25.11
Posted in Philosophy at 2:00 PM by Ann Hornbeck
I was saddened to read on Sunday that Bill Morrissey had passed away in his sleep over the weekend. I was more saddened for all of the people on the Greg Brown Yahoo Group, and other sites, than for myself, as so many had followed him throughout his entire career. He struggled with alcohol and depression, and recently had written on his website that he was diagnosed as bipolar. But, on the flip side, he continued to accumulate many, many accolades throughout his career. His music was always available on music sites under the “folk” genre. If anyone is interested, here is the link to the article: http://blog.masslive.com/playback/2011/07/songwriterauthor_bill_morrisse.html
Why is it that so many who are so creative, struggle so? Some of us simply see too much. And, sometimes, what is seen or understood can’t be turned off quickly enough. Combined with genetics and family history and even our own choices, some of us just can’t find balance. Did you know that the Dalai Lama’s youngest brother also suffers from bipolar disease? “Aside from being related to one of the holiest persons alive, TC is a rebellious soul who dropped out of college, spent a couple of years as a paratrooper in the Tibetan contingency of the Indian army, survived alcoholism, and found peace through a blend of Buddhism, lithium, and reading the news on the Internet.” Many Buddhists seek a worldview to bipolar disease by suggesting that seeking and finding balance in one’s life is the answer to joyful living and the ability to bring an internal, satisfying calm. Others believe we are born and re-born: “We are a withering leaf that falls from the tree, and then replaced by a new leaf that is similar to the old leaf, but not identical to the original leaf.” Others believe: “that after many such cycles, if a person releases their attachment to desire and the self, they can attain Nirvana, the state of liberation and freedom from suffering.”
Our entire life is a struggle. We struggle to seek, to understand, to control, and to free. We move forward and back, rise, stumble and fall. We try to push the inevitable aside, yet know that our days are numbered. We learn to recognize the fleeting moments and hold them dear. We open our hearts and believe in something greater than ourselves. We recognize the divine order of the universe and we learn to trust and believe – accept. We live and we die. And yet, even in death, we remain connected.
God bless you, Bill Morrissey. Thanks for the songs, the music and the stories. (Wish you were here.)
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…I got no one to hold on to and
I’m sinking slowly to my knees
I might learn to pray down here
or maybe I’ll beg you baby, please
but you stare at me with marble eyes
and I don’t think I’ve ever
felt this small
I’ve fallen out of your good graces
that’s a long way to fall…
- Mary Gauthier
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07.21.11
Posted in Just Me at 9:14 PM by Ann Hornbeck
What a wonderful awakening this morning as my steps lead me first to the coffee pot, and then, to my laptop where I thought I could have a few moments of silence – a positive event for most when all you want is an opportunity to sip your coffee and let the moment fill your body with hope and belief in the human race. And, maybe if I sat long enough, I could open my heart and mind to all opportunities that awaited me. But, lo and behold, Olivia opens her bedroom door to say, “Hi, Grandma.” with a big smile plastered across her perfect little face. And, how beautiful she appeared, even at 6:15 a.m. I realized quickly that this is her normal waking time, so get over it, Grandma! I know this is “normal” because Jessica sometimes “complains” that she can never sleep in because Olivia gets up at 6:00 a.m. every morning. So, I opened my heart and started the morning process of making breakfast, which also gave me more time to sip on my wonderful cup of (freaking!) coffee (that is now getting freaking colder!) while I watched and learned how innocent a child can appear, (even at 6:30 freaking a.m. in the freaking morning!) She glistened with innocence, her smile constant on her little face, as she began eating her oatmeal and wheat toast (and spilling the freaking contents all over the freaking place mat). I fully recognized that her little brain was also assessing the day that awaits her choices (what the heck does she know? She’s three for crying out loud!).
Olivia: Grandma, am I going to pre-school today?
Me: You sure are!
Olivia: Are Anna and Ben going to be there?
Me: No, not today, but they will be there tomorrow!
Olivia: I don’t want to go.
Me: Why not?
Olivia: I want to stay home.
Me: Maybe you can stay home tomorrow. Oh, wait, Ben and Anna will be there tomorrow too.
Olivia: (Silence)
Sometimes silence is a blessing. But, silence can also be a curious and even frustrating experience. Take the “Silent Treatment” for example. Many of us have experienced that one! Research shows that the “Silent Treatment” is actually a form of abuse, especially when it occurs in relationships. But, according to The Note, Washington’s Original and Most Influential Tipsheet: “All week long, John Boehner has declined to engage in substantive conversation with curious reporters in the halls of Congress, explaining that if he begins talking to even a small group of reporters, a mob would likely develop the next time he takes a stroll through the Capitol.” (Are you kidding me?)
Silence can also be golden. We’ve all learned that one the hard way.
Many quotes on the word “silence” can be found with a simple search on the Internet. I like this one: “It is a great thing to know the season for speech and the season for silence.” (Seneca (5 BC – 65 AD).
Silence can also be the great deceiver. And, silence can even drive a person to the brink of insanity. But, silence can never be stifled. And, what is silence but a chance to find your true self?
In many countries, governments are now focusing on creating ways to offset noise. That one I can go for, especially as Chatty Karlie who is sitting on the other side of the table is talking to a girlfriend while watching videos so she can practice her dance routines once she gets done sending a multitude of text messages – all at once! (Whew!)
And Olivia? She is fast asleep, nestled in her bed surrounded by clouds of dreams that have already whisked her away to the Land of Nod where little girls and boys find peace and knowledge so all of us who know and love them, can experience their unbounded joy at this thing called living – early riser or otherwise.
Some things are definitely not worth silencing. And, grandchildren are at the top of the list!
Peace out!
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07.17.11
Posted in Just Me at 6:46 PM by Ann Hornbeck
I survived yet another weekend in La Honda. I feel like I’m becoming a permanent fixture! I arrived around 4:30 p.m., just in time for all of those who participated in the race, to be done with the after-race BBQ and now headed across the street to continue on at Apple Jacks. I had a beer and listened to all the stories, then hooked up with my friend for a light dinner before leaving for the party at the Mountain House on Skyline Blvd. This is the mountain road (35) that starts in San Francisco and ends near Santa Cruz. It is full of redwoods and hardwoods and everything in between. If you’ve never taken a ride through that part of the Bay Area, I recommend it. So, we headed east up to skyline, passing Alice’s Restaurant that as always, had a full parking lot of motorcycles, bicycles, and cars.
Alice’s Restaurant (http://www.alicesrestaurant.com/) is named after the original one in Massachusetts. I’m sure most of you are familiar with the movie of the same name, featuring Arlo Guthrie. According to WikiPedia: “On weekends, Alice’s is the destination for hundreds if not thousands of bicyclists and motorcyclists who enjoy riding the well-maintained and twisty roads in the area. It’s not unusual on a Sunday Morning to see dozens of motorcycles ranging from restored antiques to the newest and fastest sportbikes, all polished up for an informal bike show.” This restaurant can almost hold a candle to the original in terms of creating a historical trail that included The Merry Pranksters, Hell’s Angels, hippies and gurus and anyone else who wanted to be calm, cool, stoned or enlightened. Today, there isn’t much that has changed. Well, I suppose the one thing that has changed is the number of bicycles on the road from Woodside through La Honda and down to Highway 1. It gets a little treacherous when you are driving on the mountain, hugging the switchbacks and trying to dodge the bicyclists who come whizzing by on their trip up or back down. But, no worries! There is certainly room for all of us!
Next, a left turn heading north on Skyline to reach the Mountain House on King’s Mountain. The party was great! My dancing partner put on his dancing shoes to magically whisk me about – left turn, right turn, back two steps, now forward – prepare for the dip – and on and on it went. Then, he got out his guitar to join the others on-stage. There were steel drums, regular drums and lots of guitars. My friend’s guitar playing was amazing and his vocals were perfect. The birthday party was fun. Of course, there were quite a few Grateful Dead songs being played so yep, I was most grateful to dance and jump and twirl my way through the songs. Fast-forward – it was 1:30 a.m. by the time I was dropped off at Louise’s house. She was fast asleep from the day’s activities, but still took time to get the futon ready for my arrival. Bottom sheet – check. Top sheet – check. Blanket – check. Bedspread – check! Pillows – check! She’s a keeper!!! We had breakfast, then watched the soccer game, then my almost 2 hour drive home.
So, what’s going on in the world? I must admit, whatever it is, it will be splattered all over the news sites. I just hope it will be something positive coming out of the House of Representatives. I know one thing – if it ends in a stalemate, I will not vote for either party in the next election. Maybe the Green Party….who knows. As Bob Dylan sings so well – ”Everything is broken.”
Peace.
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07.15.11
Posted in Just Me at 11:45 AM by Ann Hornbeck
“Sometimes I stare in space
Tears all over my face
I can’t explain it
Don’t understand it
I ain’t never felt like this before
Now this funny feelin’ has me amazed
I don’t know what to do
My head’s in a haze
It’s like a heat wave”
- The Supremes
No, I haven’t fallen head over heels with anyone (yet). But, yes, indeedy-bob – I think people are finally “getting it” – we are definitely in the midst of a climate change. Isn’t it weird!?! Who ever would have thought that someday the polar ice caps would disappear in our lifetime? We sure have made fools out of ourselves. Drought conditions in the central and eastern U.S., wildfires and floods in Oklahoma, heavy rains with hail, and 115 degrees expected through the weekend. Mother Nature is not very happy with us.The next thing will be dinosaurs rising out of the mud and flying beasts swarming above. And then there is ”Carmageddon” in Los Angeles as they are planning to shut down the 405 for 53 hours. When they shut down the Bay Bridge in San Francisco a few years ago, twice, it was actually a ‘non-event.” The roads were clear and little traffic moving on the bay side of the bridge. But when it comes to L.A., it’s a very different story. More people for sure and maneuvering through those freeways is always a challenge, regardless.
I might make yet another trek to the coast this weekend! That would be three in a row. A friend invited me to a party on Saturday night near Alice’s Restaurant. I think I just might do it! But, first my morning run and then some cleaning before heading out. It is going to be a bit warmer this weekend so enjoying those coastal breezes sounds good to me! Maybe this time, I can actually get in a hike too! I must see if Louise has room for me again. I’m sure La Honda will be in total party mode with the “fun-run” on Saturday morning.
My son-in-law told me recently that I am a social butterfly. I guess he is correct on some level, but my philosophy is to stay active as I grow older, eat well, spend time with good friends and enjoy life to the fullest ‘cuz it sure flies by, and we never know when it will end. Next week, I am truly looking forward to babysitting Karlie and Olivia as Aaron and Jessica are going camping on a river somewhere in north-central California. I am glad they are finding time to get away. Aaron will be fishing, fishing, fishing and Jessica will be sitting, sunbathing and resting. I will be worrying a bit as river levels are at unprecedented highs this year due to the snow levels, that even in July, still dot the highest mountains. Every day I hear an alert on NPR reminding people to keep your lifejackets on at all times this summer. Maybe I should turn down the volume.
The volume in this house is UP as Angie has been listening to Adele all morning – oh daughter of mine! The apple definitely doesn’t fall very far from the tree, does it!
Peace out!
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07.11.11
Posted in Just Me at 7:34 PM by Ann Hornbeck
“You say you got a real solution
Well you know
We’d all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well you know
We’re doing what we can…”
John and Paul sure got that one right! Now, guess what – it’s “déjà vu” all over again!
On my drive home from the coast yesterday, the radio was set to my favorite radio station – 88.5 – the local NPR News station out of San Francisco. It’s “got a spell on me.” What can I say? So, I listened to “All Things Considered.” Did you know that: “the income gap in the United States has ballooned…(and is)…wider than any time since 1928, in the days before the stock market crash triggered the Great Depression.” And, do you realize that: “The numbers are startling: Top CEO salaries were up 23 percent last year, and, according to the New York Times, the average worker’s pay was up only .5 percent. Meanwhile, the top 0.1 percent of American earners now take in more than 10 percent of the nation’s collective income. That puts the U.S. in the same inequality ballpark as developing countries like Cameroon and Ivory Coast.”
Yes, Mom. You were right. The U.S. is most definitely going to hell in a hand basket. Oh, but we’re not done!
The reporter tells a story about a man who was the CEO of a dairy farm from 1970 to 1987. He owned a 3-bedroom home, drove a Cadillac and had a membership to a golf club. As the CEO, “he increased its yearly sales from $165 million to $1.4 billion. Yet his annual salary never topped $1 million.” He was offered more, but turned it down. Fast-forward to current times and you learn the latest CEO of the same company owns a corporate jet, blah, blah, blah – you get the picture.
But the real story is the rest of us: “…the current CEO of Dean Foods makes 10 times the amount the company’s CEO did 30 years ago while the rest of the employees “make on average 9 percent less than they would have in the 1970s, after adjustments for inflation.” Do you remember the 70′s? (A lot of us don’t for reasons greater than this!)
But, Hallelujah! Researchers have found a correlation: “…growing levels of income inequality are associated with increases in crime, profound strains on households, lower savings rates, poorer health outcomes, diminished levels of trust and people and institutions — those are all forces that have the potential to drag down economic growth.”
The solution: “… build communities, bring people together from different parts of the spectrum and different parts of the country, probably has, long term, the best likelihood of bringing down inequality.”
(If you want to read the article, go to NPR News and search for ”All Things Considered” on June 10th.)
At first, I wanted to blame our leaders for letting us down. You know – the cost of two wars (and counting) that are taking away our right to live the lives we deserve to live. Our children who are not learning, their parents who can’t afford to clothe and feed them, our government that is reeling in debt as social services continue to be cut, putting a huge load on the already taxed system that is already crumbling even though the only way to fix it is to add more to the huge deficit that will never recover in my lifetime.
But alas, it’s true – we all pull together in times like these.
We are living “in times like these.”
It’s time to pull together.
Peace out!
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07.10.11
Posted in Just Me at 8:17 PM by Ann Hornbeck
I survived my first trail running class on Saturday. It was HOT but there was a nice breeze that helped all of us complete the 5k run without any major issues. Only one woman backed out. I was hoping she would be able to do it but she obviously knew her limits and is a wise woman to do so! Afterwards, I cleaned up and then headed for La Honda. The sun was out in La Honda on both days, but the fog maintained its position, lying low above the ocean. The California coastline always has something to share. I’ll take whatever I can get!
One of my purposes for going to La Honda was to do a hike on the Higgins Purisima Trail near Half Moon Bay. But, that didn’t pan out as my friend’s sister also came into town. I was ok with not hiking as my right leg was still “yelling” at me for forgetting to stretch well after the trail run. So, instead it was a family affair with Louise, Molly and brother Mike sharing their stories from their youth. Those three are FUNNY and LOUD!
After a nice meal and a one-man band at the local restaurant, we headed to Apple Jacks to listen to “Saxy Man and the Ladds.” I did a LOT of dancing and drank little alcohol (!) as one of the local artisans got me on the dance floor. I don’t think we stopped dancing until the last song was played. Needless to say, I was pooped and slept well after a full day of running and dancing the night away.
Today was mellow with breakfast outside among the redwoods with friends and acquaintances stopping by to say hello. Next week is the annual 8-mile race from the restaurant to the General Store in San Geronimo. It is a “fun run” for most with some dressing up in silly costumes and carrying a glass of beer vs. running. From what I hear, there are also lots of serious runners as well. But, I won’t be running in that one as my trail running class will now take precedence for the next ten weeks. Later in the day, we drove to the General Store to hear some more music. It was a quiet day on the coast. I think everyone was glad to have less people around after the July 4th holiday. I know I sure am glad to be home with only a few hours before I turn in for the night. I guess those negative ions really work!
Peace.
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07.06.11
Posted in Just Me at 7:24 PM by Ann Hornbeck
It is nice to feel the gentle winds helping with the cool down as the sun seeks its spot above the world and prepares for a nice cool dip into the ocean. I wish I could watch it sink gently into the sea. In my minds eye, I can see the colors of the sky, the dark blue waves, and the sterling sky that turns earth’s volume down to “quiet” while the birds find their spots among the trees. Beauty is everywhere! Here in the valley, I can witness the first instance of the setting sun as it drops low into the mountains. Either way, each is equally beautiful and comforting. How awesome is that!
I opted out of a run this evening. And, tomorrow I have babysitting duty, so I plan to at least run a 5k on Friday before starting my 10k Trail Run Series on Saturday morning. I am truly looking forward to it, but I will always complain about the heat. I suppose it is due to all those years living on the coast. But, no worries as after my class, I will be heading to La Honda for an overnight with my friend. We have a lot of “CatchUp” to do! And, I plan on taking her to Montara Mountain as she has never done that hike with me either. Hopefully, the coast highway will have some room for me!
Ah, yes, the sights and sounds of summer. If I were in West Virginia at this time of the year, I would hear a constant stream of songs and sounds from the cicadas who left their burrows in late spring and are now planting their eggs on the branches of every tree and plant they can find. As a young child, I would find a hollow carcass attached to a tree trunk or hanging from a leaf. And of course, I was determined to find the opening that defined their exit strategy. Sometimes, the cicadas would hang out all summer long. Other times, they would come and go too quickly. But their songs mixed with the smells and sights of summer are something that I still yearn for whenever I go “home.”
The lightning bugs were always fun, especially when I was very little, and of course, when my daughters experienced them for the first time. Of course, we got out the jar, poked holes in the lids so the bugs could breathe, and off they went, chasing those bugs like a dream. It was always a bit hard to catch them in the fading light as their tails winked on and off, teasing the enemy to catch me if you can! Sometimes it seemed they knew we would not harm them. But, in reality, their time on the planet was ending, their metabolisms slowing down, their purpose understood, the world a better place because of them, their light, our light as the world of “summer” created a garden of warmth and freedom.
I always welcomed the summer rain showers. Especially when the temperature and the humidity levels were registering the same numbers! Yikes! As a child, I would run through the pools of water that formed in the yards and on the side of the streets. The rain was always so cool and refreshing and it was so much fun to splash and play for a few minutes before the yard took its share for the bugs and other insects. Many times, those showers turned into downright rainstorms, with lightning and thunderstorms included! They could be quite scary at times, but so beautiful to witness.
Mother Nature sure knows how to set things right. Now where was I? Oh yes, the mountains…the sunset…the beauty…
Peace out!
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07.03.11
Posted in Just Me at 8:45 PM by Ann Hornbeck
Grandma’s tired! (I think this is becoming my mantra!) The weather here in the valley has been hot, hot, hot. So, I decided last night to see if I could get a friend to drive to the coast for a hike. I called Linda and she was just as excited as me to get to the coast for a big dose of “COOL.” Yes, it was 60-something when we arrived, but the higher we went, the hotter it got.
Linda had not done this hike before, but I will bet my bottom dollar that she will do it again! The weather was absolutely perfect as the fog settled offshore for most of the afternoon. Don’t get me wrong – on the backside of the mountain, it was way too warm, but when we conquered a trail that led east and “UP,” the ocean breezes, mixed with our sweat, created a nice “marine layer” for our bodies. The wild flowers were unbelievably amazing. What a change from the hike I took there a month or so ago. Everywhere you looked there were blues and yellows and whites and purples and greens, from the smallest yellow crocus to Queen Anne’s Lace, thistles and blackberry bushes.
Our first view of the ocean from our vista point shows a small stream of cars heading south. The early birds marked their spots in the sand with their colorful umbrellas and bedded down near the water’s edge. As morning turned to afternoon, the beaches became alive as people flocked to the coast from all points north, south, east and west.
As expected in July, there were few surfers at Montara State Beach as the waves were just a bit too gnarly even for the best of the best! We were happy to be looking down from above and not dealing with the masses.
I would guess that when all was said and done, our highest point was at around 1400 feet. I was amazed at Linda. I did not mean to take the trail I chose as it was a series of verticals to get to the crossroads where you either take the last leg to the mountain top, or head back down the fire road. We chose to go down! It was so hot, at one point I had to pick up her cocker spaniel and carry her for a while as little Cocoa was panting a bit too hard. I quickly looked around for shade and got her to settle down with some water. She was fine – she just wanted to be first all the time!
This is a shot looking out through the trees as we wound our way down the fire road.
Next on the agenda was to get to the car and get something to eat! And fast! We were starving even though we had plums and trail mix and dates along the way.
Oops – no heading south – it looked like a freeway on the coast highway, so north was the only option. We stopped at one of the original restaurants in Pacifica and had a great lunch before heading home.
I sure am glad that I got out there today, and most thankful to have Linda joining me!
Tomorrow, I will be walking in the July 4th parade to promote the Solano Turkey Trot 5k Walk/Run and 10K Run on Thanksgiving morning, 2011. I can hardly believe that a year has passed. Later in the evening there will be fireworks and music in the park. That’s what I like about this little town – it is always a family affair!
Such is life in my little town. Embrace and enjoy!
Peace.
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Good morning, world!
I also had fun at my girlfriend’s 60th birthday party last night. Here is a shot looking out into the surrounding back yards. Reminds me of West Virginia!
