The Path Less Taken

"A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour."

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Someday I hope to be the person my cats want me to be. ;-P

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Los Gatos Creek Trail



Saturday was gray, drizzly, cold, and more fitting a day sitting in front of the fireplace reading a good book, but did I do that... nope, I was out walking this trail. Umbrella in one hand, then the other.

We coverd six miles in about 2 and half hours. I manged to both lose and find my glasses along the way.

This pic is from google images. I didn't bring my camera this time because I didn't think there'd be much worth snaping photos of. Adrian pointed out several shots that would have been great. Live an learn. Take the camera even when you don't think you'll need it.

[sigh]

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Los Alamitos Creek Trail

 
First walk of the new year. Covered roughly 4 miles of this paved trail. The creek was still flowing with the rain from the New Year's weekend rains, as well as the rain from the previous night. All in all, a pleasant and sunny morning for a walk.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Peek-a-Boo



There she is... Half Dome.
She will be mine.
One small step at a time.
Inch by inch.
She will by mine.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Robert Frost


This picture was taken while on a hike in Big Basin. I love the smell of the forest on chilly fall mornings.


All was quiet except for the sound of the breeze as it tickled the leaves of the tree canopy. The smell of redwood trees, moss, dirt, and smoke from a fire in the park headquarters lodge filled the air.


All in all a very peaceful morning's outing.


I highly recommend it to anyone seeking solace from the hectic holiday season.