Sunday, September 21, 2008
I'm a little sore. My mom took me on a
forced march walk today. 7 miles. And I went voluntarily.
We hiked the Point Buchon trail. It's a relatively new trail, at the end of Montana de Oro State Park, on land previously closed to the public. We walked along the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean, checked out a sinkhole, saw goats and sheep and horses (and evidence of cows...lots of cows) and dragonflies and crickets and birds and beautiful eroded rocks in the ocean and a pond and all sorts of nature. And then we saw Diablo Canyon. Nothing like a nuclear power plant to complete the whole nature-y experience.
We're going to do it again in a few weeks...next time I'm taking my camera, and if it's not foggy, I'll have photographic evidence (and more reasons to stop).
In other news, Bubba has left the building. We have scoured the front porch looking for him, and he's nowhere to be found. He better not have let himself into the house.
And I am still reading If on a winter's night a traveler. Right now I'm watching my beloved Packers get trounced by the Cowboys, who I happen to loathe for no particular reason. Actually, I'm listening to the game, because I took my glasses off so I wouldn't have to actually see it.