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7 miles out-and-back including a quarter mile "unmaintained" extension, the hike to Alamere Falls is turning into one of my classics.
Alamere Falls is a series of waterfalls that eventually cascade over a 30(?) foot cliff onto the beach and into the ocean.
Sally's friend Erin found the state of the trail unacceptable.
Rather than scramble back up the trail, we turned the hike into a 9ish mile loop by walking along the beach to Wildcat camp and back along another trail.
Sally and Erin took off their shoes so they could run through the surf.
Along with my elementary and high school attic memories, we have also been purging boxes of kid's books and toys, including three boxes of china animals Robin and I cherished. We sorted them into categories: marginally cute, broken, and ugly as fuck. Obviously those gnomes, glass fruits, and thimbles are precious objects to be saved for the children Robin and I have sworn not to have!
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Last night two pints of ice cream rang up to $6.66. The cashier yelped and cried, "I don't like that number!" quickly subtracting a penny from our order. Sweet, superstition saved us a cent.
Today I drank a coffee at 1:30 and I can still feel the caffeine prickling.
Today I drank a coffee at 1:30 and I can still feel the caffeine prickling.
Check out this photo album of the Creation Museum just built in Kentucky. Apparently if something is logical to humans but countermands "God's word" then humans should create new "logic" that fits into the young-earth creationist theory. Creationists deny macroevolution, yet this picture shows the development of new species (read: evolution) after the genetic bottleneck caused by the great flood. All I can say is that these people are quite creative in their attempts to reconcile reality with religion.
My room's current unpacking status--if you refer to the earlier picture, there has been vast improvement!
Sally wanted to go to the beach and hiking, so we drove up to the top of the mountain and hiked down to Stinson Beach, then back up--4 miles each way.
We drove back Fairfax-Bolinas road, where the fog was cresting over the ridge, to avoid traffic.
Mom, Dad, Kirby and I went to Roy's Redwoods but hiked through the dry grasslands instead. Kirby folds her ears back to keep out burrs like a good dog.
