I was about a mile from home on my bike when I realized I'd forgotten my water bottle. Not a matter of life or death in the east bay hills, however. (Not like the high desert of the eastern Sierra where I'd have shriveled up and blown away in the heat, wind and exposure.) In the Oakland hills, happily, there are water fountains in all the regional parks and even one on Skyline, by the side of the road, that appears to be simply a public service.
The blackberries are in season all over the hills, too. I followed the lead of another cyclist and stopped in the Redwood Regional Park to plunder a patch. Nearby was an apple tree, loaded with fruit. It's not yet ripe, but I'll keep an eye on it.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Runamuck Runs Amok
Take 30 women friends, put them in the Alice Eastwood Campground on Mt. Talampais in Northern California, add silly costumes and heart-shaped waffle irons, stir it all up for four days...et volia! High jinks galore. This summer's festivities were the 16th year in a row. This year's theme was The Order of the Muck, with inappropriate references to Camelot.
Friday, July 27, 2007
In Praise of the Ridiculous
I can't be serious about playing, can I? That's a little like the court jester telling the king he's outta line. It's all in the delivery. Laugh and then...think. Or not.
My brain's working even when I don't think it is. Especially then.
A horse walks into a bar. "Why the long face?" asks the bartender.
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