What do 2 bobcats, 2 (not three as I tweeted) snakes, 2 caterpillars, a swarm of bees, a gaggle of guinea hens, 1 kitten – of the HGM variety, and 1 severed finger have in common? They all made an appearance on my hike of Mt. Tam today.
I need time to ponder this before I write it out. This has the makings of a two-parter for sure.
I also have some great comments to respond to and post. But to give them the proper treatment they deserve, I must sleep. My knees are screaming.
I have come to learn that I will never be able to do a triathlon. Not unless we come up with a version that substitutes hiking for running.
Wow. Wow.
Wow.
Love yourself,
Cleo
There are trail tri’s with mtn biking and running/hiking (you do what you do, girl) and you got the swim down…rest up, we will wait patiently….
T,
Me on a mountain bike? On a mountain? Hmmm…I bet I would wear the brakes out halfway down. I’d have to get off and walk it around rocks and roots. Basically, I’d ride it like a 6 year old girl.
Swim, hike, road race…that I could do!
Love yourself,
Cleo
Your picture made me snort as I remembered creepy ranger dude who wanted to make you tea.
I’ve got a couple mins to read/type in the car with a decent signal on my phone so I’m going to quickly comment on our brief encounter yesterday. First off, you are crazy beautiful, even after all day hiking and sweating, and The Genius is an idiot. Period. Full stop. Actually, check that, he is a big douche and also an idiot.
Next, I feel like I was so retarded with you yesterday. I was so worried that you would think I was some crazy stalker that I was being weird and standoffish, I think. It was only after we we halfway back down the mountain that I turned to hubby and said “DOH! Maybe she wanted a ride back to Stinson?” And a minute later “GAH! I should have offered her one of the bottles of Sunce 2006 Malbec” (that I just picked up that morning in Santa Rosa.) Anyway, sorry for being a freak! I would have loved nothing more than to hike down the mountain with you and just chat.
I hope the drama with dirt-bike dude /severed finger wasn’t too horrible.
C – I miss you already! And to all the other kittens reading this — yes, she really is that real (and that cool), the type of girl you want as a BFF.
Rock on Cleo.
N,
The best stalker in the world couldn’t have pulled off that timing. Just magical, no? Mere minutes in either direction and we would have been so close yet so far. Waving to you from the lookout, with Mr. Zen behind me ‘tempting’ me with tea, I felt so happy. I found my rhythm and was rewarded with a great encounter with a wonderful woman. Thank you, N. For being here to support me, for sharing your wit and wisdom with the kittens, and for showing Mt. Tam some deserved love.
I made a choice to edit out a sentence in your comment regarding dirt bike boy. You’ll understand why in tonight’s post. Do forgive.
Know that I would have graciously declined your offer of a ride to Stinson given my commitment to go the distance. And you didn’t offer not because you were being rude but because you supported my need to be on the trails. Now, the wine? That SHOULD have been offered!
One day we’ll share a glass – well, you’ll have yours and I’ll have mine, who’s satiated on half a glass? – together. I’m certain of it.
I’m so grateful you took the time to explore Marin. Your presence here reminded me to never stop looking for the magic. And your ultra-kind words…thank you. You are so very sweet. Till we meet again,
Love yourself,
Cleo