Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The Pacific Crest Trail goes from Mexico to Canada. Some people try to hike the trail in one year, which is tricky because if you time it wrong, or the weather doesn't cooperate, you can get stuck in too much snow, or suffer heat stroke from the desert heat.
Me? I just think my feet would get sore waaaay before I'd run into either of those problems.
Monday, August 27, 2007
I haven't felt driven to figure out how to post videos to my blog yet, but this video was apparently important enough for me to take on the challenge (which, of course, turned out to very simple).
This took up several minutes of my family's time, even though it was a beautiful day outside and we were at the beach.
Damn. The video was there, until I edited the post to add italics and color to the text. OK, maybe not so simple after all.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
This view was from a hike from Gianelli Cabin trailhead to Chewing Gum Lake.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Two days after we visited the murals, a teenage boy died in front of the Taqueria where we got fresh strawberry juice, the victim of a drive-by shooting at the corner nearest to Balmy Alley.
Dang, that made me sad.
More so because I’d just been there, enjoying the murals. The murals are so beautiful, so complicated, so personal. You want to get to know the people who created them. You want to know more about their life, their struggles, their triumphs, joys and sorrows. I guess you assume that the murals reflect on past struggles; I mean, they are painted by residents of San Franciso, California! Then you hear about the shooting and you remember that the struggles and sorrows occur every day.
Here are just a few more...only a small sample of what's there.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
At the top of Sierra Buttes, is this plaque, commemorating the incredible gold mining that took place in the area, with special note of a 106 pound nugget that was found here. Woah.
Up some very-steep stairs, you reach the tippy top of Sierra Buttes, where you find this rock, inscribed by miners during the gold rush.
Note the old-fashioned writing style!
OK, and here's the thrill (to put it mildly):That there is a rattle, at the end of a looong snake. I startled it, and it scared the living daylights out of me. It slithered one way, and I leaped the other! Hubby had some warning (my scream), so he was collected enough to take this photo.