One of the most exciting parts of watching the Tour de France is the mountain climbing; it takes some special skills and the right sort of gear setup to stay in contention while suffering over the peaks of the Alps and the Pyrenees. And while I’ve seen some ferociously steep mountains feature in a few different professional bike races, I’ve […]
Just a short way farther north from the Point Arena Pier is the turnoff, Lighthouse Road, that leads to the Point Arena Lighthouse. There were plenty of tempting sights urging us to pause along this narrow 2-mile road, but we carried on to the end of the cul-de-sac and parked. The first thing I noticed was not the lighthouse itself […]
June 1979 — Our exploration of Vancouver, B.C., continued after we left Deer Lake Park; from there we drove about 12 miles northwest to the Capilano Suspension Bridge Park. At the time, I had no appreciation of the size and beauty of the city of Vancouver, sitting between the Strait of Georgia and a number of lakes and mountains. But […]
While staying a few nights at the Fort Ross Lodge, we decided to take a drive up the coast beyond Gualala, farther than we usually go on our escapes to the ocean. Since I failed to consult a map, I had the mistaken impression that Fort Bragg was just a short trip up the coast, and I expected we would […]
I’ve never really practiced meditation, but in a spot like this one, near Salt Point State Park, I could easily sit in solitude and ponder the universe and my place in it. Every place I look, I see details of nature that speak directly to the deepest parts of my being.
It’s easy to see the beauty of larger avians like the Bald Eagle, the Great Blue Heron, or the Snowy Owl. A lot of times I miss the small birds because they are more shy, they move very quickly, and at a distance the intricacy of their plumage may not be visible.
North America’s littlest falcon, the American Kestrel packs a predator’s fierce intensity into its small body. It’s one of the most colorful of all raptors: the male’s slate-blue head and wings contrast elegantly with his rusty-red back and tail; the female has the same warm reddish on her wings, back, and tail. Hunting for insects and other small prey in […]
The day after the rainstorm, the ocean off the Mendocino County coast looked calm and the sky was a serene blue, but the waves still pounded the shoreline, throwing foam high up onto the cliffs. We stood back and admired the sea from a safe distance!
High tide, Mendocino County.