On the cusp of July. Real summer.
Off with B to the eastern Sierras for a few days this July 4th weekend:
mountains and forests and lakes, hot days for hiking and chill nights for sleeping.
I moved to California almost twenty years ago and am still happily awed
by its landscapes, so dramatic and colorful. And it is a sweet, if illusory
and momentary, escape from the larger human world with its abundant craziness.
The smaller human world has its own craziness, but, hey, that I can handle.
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