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.
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