May 8, ‘13. Sun down the hill, but low cloud hangs here all day at 2800. Still, with evening black-headed grosbeak song up in the tops. Beginning stages for Nicoise Salad, sipping Green & Red’s fine Zinfandel from Chiles Canyon. Reminds me of that line of Hemingway’s about only the names of places retaining dignity. I wanted to run, but the clock and my fair weather preferences got me in the chair writing email instead. The current course runs 2 and a half of (mostly) gradual downslope along the road traversing the ridge - oaks now leafed fully and bright poison oak bordering the chip’n’seal. Then the steady climb back out, all warmed up from the easier first couple, nursing the bad ankle with some weird stepping. (X-ray on Monday….). Strange how the fitness waxes and wanes. Always appreciated, though, how quickly the “first form” responds, remembers, and restores when new practice is applied.
Cook’s Beach, Gualala, Sonoma Coast, January, ought 13. Not quite breaking the barriers, but restful, nonetheless. The house on the edge well-appointed, the sun and warmth uncanny for January. Cantemerle ‘06 not bad. Cedar allergies disappeared, with mercy.
Selden Pass, Marie Lakes, John Muir Wilderness, August 12, ought 12. The pixels merely insult the standing experience. The 3K climb and the winding in the notch that culminates in this look to the north. The hurricane Hugo remnants pushing north and spilling over the Sierra - a monsoon like no other.
2 July, Grouse Ridge, Island Lake. Northern Sierra foothills. Daytrip so N could draw and soak sun - visiting from cool and obscure June weather in Seattle. Easy walk in to this basin with many lakes. Ideal conditions.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
The corner of trailhead and vine