Last night, on our way home, Jake and I found a large black Labrador running around in the street. He has no microchip and no tags on his collar, but very clearly has a home. We’re trying to find where he belongs. Can you help us?
Days like today remind me of one of my heros, John Muir, and his love of the Sierra. Anyway, I will spare you my feeble and fumbling attempts at describing the majesty of nature and the spirits found in these cathedrals by sharing pictures instead of words. Please enjoy.
I won’t torture you with my poor attempts to describe nature and the transcendent experience of climbing through the intimate spaces of rhododendron and old growth elm trees, but will instead share some photos.
Tonight, along my best friend and his wife, Jake and I watched the 2015 Perseid Meteor shower amongst wolves, laying in the grass and howling at the stars. There’s nothing more awe inspiring than watching the events of space unfold before your eyes to truly highlight just how lucky we all are.
This past Tuesday, the first day of autumn, I fractured the fifth metacarpal in my hand by punching the counter. It wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t the dumbest either, if you can believe that. On Friday I had surgery to set the bone and insert two (or possibly three, the surgeon didn’t specify and I can’t see my hand yet) pins/wires to hold the finger straight. Since then I’ve had to explain what happened and why more times than I can remember. I figure if it’s that interesting, I should probably write about it. I’ll apologise in advance for the bad flow, sentence structure, and word choice/use ahead of time—I’m on some pretty serious pain killers, guys.
I missed out on this cultural waypoint of the 1990s, second grade was too early to get hooked on a television show for me. At the time it was also way outside of my comfort zone. Even as an adult I have an overactive imagination, but as a child it was a problem because I wasn’t yet old enough to not believe everything I saw on television. So far my favourite episode is very close to the end of season two where Cigarette Smoking Man™ is visibly shaken by coming close to public exposure. That moment of fear and weakness from the villain is pretty rewarding.
We’ve spent a week in Gulf Shores, AL on Perdido Bay and it’s been pretty amazing. We have watched dolphins teaching their calves to hunt, went kayaking to Wolf Bay, watched the sunset across the Gulf of Mexico, counted lightning strikes in Pensacola, hiked through the Bon Secour National Wildlife Refuge, swam with bioluminescent phytoplankton in Perdido Bay, and had time to just relax together. I haven’t had a vacation this refreshing and fun in a long time, it was the perfect way to bring the summer to a close