On my second night in SF our (Anne's and my) gray kitty Pushkin, who had been ill and fading for some months, had his final health crisis; after being up with him for much of the night, we took him to the emergency vet to say good-bye very early on Saturday AM. Did he time his exit strategically? On my first night home he was alert and attentive; the next night his distress was so obvious that we did not even wait to contact the daytime 'house-call' vet. In any case it made for quite a week-end of 'letting go' practice, and I am not adjusted yet, even from this distance (back in Utah).
From the valley around the lakes the mountains here are emphatically mountainous; these mountains are not kidding -- no foothills to speak of, or big trees to block the sight of the peaks. You can name any street (although most Utah streets are numbered...) or place of business 'Mountain View' without a bit of tongue-in-cheek or exaggeration. Last week I had the pleasure of a visit to Sundance Valley, which is like being in a postcard. And I know, I know - I haven't reached the Rockies yet.
|Inside a beverage and sweet shoppe.|
|Rest in peace, Baby Pushkin!|
PS - I have recently met several other long-distance cyclists and runners out on the road. One is Aprylle, who is running Rt. 6 to raise money for a San Jose center for at-risk kids. Her story can be found at Route6tour.com. And the following YouTube video is by Dave, a cyclist from the Pacific Northwest, whose site is called Three Wheel Journey (It's 2 wheels actually; he used to pull a trailer!): https://wwwyoutube.com/watch?v=AVcQAxX84bA. I don't know if this address gets you there; use caution. He included some footage of our encounter by the side of Rt. 6 between Delta and Eureka.