A Walk in the Park

Franklin Canyon Park is a cute little hideaway with about six miles of trail around a lovely little lake with lots of ducks. Not exactly what we’re used to but we’ll take it on a stormy cold Sunday when one of us is just recovered from a nasty flu. The rain has created flooding on both sides of the road which make us feel like we’re sloshing through the Everglades. If we only look to our right as we make our way down Bamboo Alley, we could imagine that we are escaping rebel capture in some far away country. Surrounded by gunfire, we make our way through the thick bush. Without any maps we are guided only by the position of the sun. Only when we’re certain it’s safe, we ascend a steep hill to a ridge where we can see the valley below and we form our plan. We travel cross country for several miles where, according to our expert navigation, we can cross the border to safety. If we can make it over the Coyote Road, of course… We argue fervidly over the choice of taking such a dangerous path. Coyote Road is long said to be the territory of a wild pack of angry canine. I’m secretly not worried about this because Sharon is much smaller than I am and I feel certain they’ll go for the easy target so I stand my position, while posing my most convincing arguments, and eventually convince my friend to see it my way. Luckily the storm has kept the dogs in den and we make our way back. We’re hungry and tired but we’ll live to see another day.

So close and yet...

Go Go Go

“COMES over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.”

Snowy view from Mt. Wilson