Journey: 52 Hikes and more

Archive for the month “September, 2009”

Quick Update

I’m running a little behind on my hikes and posts.  I fell behind in August and September and the trend will continue through October.  In the meantime, here’s a picture from the most recent hike in Yosemite National Park.Preview Hike 8

Also, lately I’ve been obsessing about a song called “I Was A Photograph” by Kasey Anderson.  It’s about Blake Miller, a Marine whose picture you most likely have seen.  It was taken during an intense battle in Fallujah about five years back.  You can see the photograph and read about about him here.  Some of the lyrics come directly from this article and Miller’s mouth.  What can I say, it’s September.

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Hike 7 – A Desperate Hike, September 5, 2009

It was a frenzied Friday night.  The busy Labor Day Weekend was upon us and I was already one week behind on my hikes.  Besides, I had not planned on hiking this weekend either.  The calendar however delivered a mighty blow that evening.  I realized that we were going to be very busy with visitors, travel, wedding, concerts, events, etc. throughout September and October.

If I was careless, I could fall so far behind that there would be no way for me to hike 52 times within the prescribed twelve months.  So I had to hike this Saturday.  Given our tight schedule and the amount of driving I would be doing this weekend, I had no option but to keep this hike short and close to home.  This was a desperate hike.

It took me about an hour to route a trail and download some maps.  I was not enthused at the prospect of yet another hike in the East Bay.  The parched hills dehydrated by an overzealous sun were depleting my eagerness too.  I was starting to feel handcuffed, like I’d been hiking the same trail repeatedly for the last few weeks.  I needed a change of scenery; something green, blue, steep, or flat.  Anything but the same brown tinderbox hills.H-7 P-4

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Hike 6 – Searching for John Muir Behind Locked Gates, August 22, 2009

Once again on a Saturday morning, I was driving to another East Bay community.  Technically I was driving but I felt more like a recovering alcoholic wandering the aisles of a liquor store.  Both sides of the road were lined with all kinds of temptations like fast food restaurants and breakfast cafes.

Donuts, burgers, burritos and tacos all have an extraordinary grip on me.  In addition, diners and mom & pop cafes have a special place in my cholesterol-crusted heart.  Any place that can raise my cholesterol 50 points by just breathing the air brings me to my knees.  And the smell of fried bacon and coffee turn me into a subservient slave.

Oh yeah, this hike was in serious jeopardy.  A stack of pancakes, greasy sausages and hash browns is all that it would take.  After that the only thing I could do would be to stretch on a park bench and sleep the rest of the day off.  Especially on this weekend when the weather was supposed to be so perfect that it could make any tropical island sear with jealousy.

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Since I come from a family that considers gluttony a virtue, it took the determination of a vegan and the eyes of a blind person to leave that highway of sin without giving in to temptation.

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