I finally went swimming in the river by my house. I’m two blocks from the water but had never jumped in. In fact, most people in my neighborhood don’t take advantage of it. I have friends who have lived in town for years and years and don’t jump in the water. The American River is remarkably clean and pleasant. Come and visit. We’ll take a dip. No need for a pool.
I’m quoted in an article about PCT trail registers.
What a whirlwind. I’m hiking the John Muir Trail at the end of the month. Today before work, I planned and bought my resupply. That’s not an easy thing to do in 45 minutes. At lunch, I rushed to a hardware store for a bucket to mail it in, repackaged the food and divvied it up, packed it, and mailed it at the post office. All in less than an hour. I don’t even think that I royally messed it up.
This weekend I’m heading to the Tahoe Rim Trail to finish the 40 miles that my girlfriend missed when she aborted her trip around the lake yesterday. Yippee!
I had two 19 year old cycle tourists stay at my house last night. Today is their last day of a cross country trip. I remember the perceived need to entertain my hosts from my own couch surfing. We chatted about their trip for a few hours than transitioned to books and journaling. Tea too.
I’ll refrain from critiquing myself too harshly. Here I am at the outdoor industry trade show.
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