Hiking season has started for me, and it's time I got back on the trail. My absence thereon is a major marker of how far I have strayed from my own true self in the last few years. B and I had the good fortune to arrive at Coe when the mouse ears were at their height up the mountain, and we even saw one way down Manzanita Point Rd, in a grassy meadow. As Henry David T. said, "in wildness is the preservation of the world," and it surely is a saving grace for me. Even the PO was beautiful yesterday.
