August 08, 2004
Urination on Hot Days
It's a hot day, you've been hiking, and suddenly you feel the desire to urinate.
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May 24, 2004
Chaparral Hiking Tips
Those paths leading off the main roads and up steep slopes aren't "Indian trails". The Indians weren't so stupid as to make their life difficult. Those are Stupid American trails.
Posted by Joel at 07:53 PM | Read More
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May 09, 2004
Principles of Climbing Hills
You cannot rush the ascent of a mountain and still love the mountain.
Posted by Joel at 11:21 PM | Read More
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February 02, 2004
Marginal Parenting
I am a marginal parent.
Posted by Joel at 04:05 PM | Read More
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January 09, 2004
Felis concolor at Whiting Ranch Wilderness 3
We can and will learn from this. My sincere condolences to the family of the victim, to the woman who was mauled, and the two survivors of the incidents.
Posted by Joel at 09:19 PM | Read More
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December 08, 2003
Hiking Uphill
I've observed that, when a hiking a steep grade, it is best that you do not look to the summit. Plant your steps evenly and at a rate you can sustain without becoming winded.
Posted by Joel at 03:39 PM | Read More
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November 17, 2003
On a Trail, in the Dark
Yesterday afternoon, Lynn and I braved the partial cloud cover to hike along the lowest ridge on our skyline to a place called "Vulture Crags".
Posted by Joel at 11:51 PM | Read More
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November 07, 2003
Too Much Information, Probably
The trail runs through open meadows and a subdivision. I was in the midst of the subdivision when Nature called.
Posted by Joel at 10:01 PM | Read More
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November 06, 2003
Sleepy Hollow
I took a walk today through the underlight of Sleepy Hollow, a dusky green vale that begins a seasonal run of water to the sea in Whiting Wilderness.
Posted by Joel at 09:02 PM | Read More
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November 02, 2003
Annoying Hiker Types
Marches to the destination, military style. As soon as he arrives, he turns back. No stopping to look. No point in his march except exercise. (So why doesn't he do it at the track?)
Posted by Joel at 02:11 PM | Read More
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October 29, 2003
A Hawk and Smoke
The only creature I saw other than tiny lizards at Whiting on my walk yesterday was a lone red-tailed hawk.
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October 28, 2003
Formica
The scarlet toyon or "hollywood" berries had begun to show themselves along the fringes of Sleepy Hollow and I had stopped to look at them when I realized that my ankle stung slightly.
Posted by Joel at 05:44 PM | Read More
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October 24, 2003
Deer, Puma Tracks, and Dead Rabbits
I came upon a park ranger who was deciding what to do with a dead rabbit. It had clearly been killed and chewed.
Posted by Joel at 11:03 PM | Read More
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October 20, 2003
Felis concolor at Whiting Ranch Wilderness
A sound like breaking tinsel as the body burst out of the grass along the road's edge. A face: white cheeks, black nose and eyes, tan fringes.
Posted by Joel at 06:45 PM | Read More
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September 02, 2003
How We Spent Labor Day
I could not check into the motels, ride in the motorboats, or afford to hire a biplane to drag the message I wanted the beach people to see which was "You're being screwed!"
Posted by Joel at 12:10 AM | Read More
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June 08, 2003
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April 28, 2003
Dreaded Hill
Dreaded Hill rises like a great panther paw between two canyons.
Posted by Joel at 10:19 AM | Read More
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April 26, 2003
Whiting Ranch Wilderness 2003
"I've been telling him about 'the mountain lion'," he winked. "Tell him about the mountain lion."
Posted by Joel at 10:58 PM | Read More
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