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September 27, 2004

Nine miles, 1900 miles

Sunday, in Briones Park yet again, I walked nine miles or so up and down steep hills. Every so often, I sat in the middle of the trail and drank a pint of water in a few seconds. The bay laurels seethed great clouds of volatile oils in the sun. I walked until I could walk no further, rested a few moments, then kept going.

It was not an especially wildlifey day, aside from the nicely mated pair of muledeer I saw on the ridge above Pleasant Hill. But there were Steller's jays in the bay and oak - a combination totemic of these parts - and California buckeye butterflies, pipevine swallowtails in iridescent blue and black, and sweetly daubed California sisters.

While we're on that subject, is there anything more delightful than the quiet smiles of women hiking alone on the trail, the brazen eyes and bright teeth and joyous posture? I must have radiated the good mood I felt, for there was not a shy nor self-conscious flicker of female eye the whole way. Or perhaps they were just grinning at the oaf talking to the jays and butterflies. Either way, I'll take it.

This week is busy, getting an issue of the Journal to the printer on Wednesday, then in the truck and Tucson-bound on Thursday. If I don't come to my senses while I'm out there, I'll be back Wednesday-Thursdayish next week. As they say in this business, blogging will be light to nonexistent for the next ten days, with scattered meteor showers in the evening hours and a chance of head clearing by Monday. Do me a favor and imagine me there, rolling down the road in the pickup with some Hank on the radio.

Oh, and are there any volunteers to remove the damn comment spam while I'm gone?

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Posted by: Paul Tomblin at September 28, 2004 03:36 AM
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it will be a dry ten days with nothing to read from the creek - but having just returned from my own road trip, i know the real joy that time away can give. and regarding those solo female hikers, i'm certain the smiles were equal part your good mood and theirs. there is little can make me smile broader.

Posted by: Anne at September 28, 2004 08:28 AM
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I'll miss you too, but I'm oh so glad you're going, and very much looking foward to the stories you'll no doubt bring back.

Good luck with the Journal. The words 'ship week' still make my hands clammy.

Posted by: Siona at September 28, 2004 08:31 AM
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Stay cool, stay wet--stay funny! "Syrah Plain and Tall," indeed. THAT was worth getting up for, this morning.

Posted by: Doc Rock at September 28, 2004 11:06 AM
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Have a good trip!

Posted by: Rana at September 28, 2004 01:13 PM
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Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out... um... I mean, "have a nice trip!"


Posted by: The Bone at September 29, 2004 09:26 AM
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