Muir

I haven't been posting here much anymore. I have been bicycling though. Last time I did a thirty-miler, along bushy park road and down through strawberry, the wind was a constant fifteen to twenty miles per hour. It blew me from side to side and left me with a cake of salt on my forehead.

I have discovered the brilliant exquisite writings of John Muir. I am just about to finish his book, My First Summer In The Sierra. Every page is soaked with soul and love. Seriously, stop reading this and go pick up his literature. It will leave you speechless.