Spent some time at the firehouse getting trained on emergency communications. I'm a RACES elf because I'm too stubborn to meet the county's ridiculous requirements to be official. Finger prints, lie detector test, background check, wind humidity test. Hey, I'm just volunteering to pass along emergency communication when no one else can do it. It's not like I was offering to drive a ballistic missle submarine, for crying out loud.
I digress. Sorry.
Anyway, this cool scene of the hawk, ravens, and airplane is such a good represntation of today's world. I saw them while I was walking home from the firehouse.
By the way, our firefighters are very engaged in their jobs. They actually care about our little neighberhood up here. That's really great for us, but I guess in retrospect, not real surprising.
My Mountain Trail
Starting From Scratch
Thursday, April 16, 2009
106/365 - Birds, but not of a feather.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Living in the Lee
Location is everything on the mountain. This tree lives the good life in the lee of the ridge. Oh yeah, but it still has a view of San Francisco and the Farallon Islands.
Today was a very windy day, but this tree just enjoyed the fresh breeze.
This was taken on my run this evening.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
102/365 - Easter Sunrise
Every year on Easter Sunday morning about 250 motorcycles fly by our house; some at very high speeds. They have an informal meet-up at the top of Mt. Tamalpais for the sunrise.
I got the chance to talk w/ one of the park rangers about it. He says that if the gate to the top is locked, the bikers cut the locks and go anyway. So, instead of making a big deal out of it, the park now unlocks the gate at about 5:30 a.m. and then charges them all $6 to park in the parking lot at the top (which is the normal fee). The park makes a bunch of money, and the bikers watch their sunrise...
I figured I would get up and photograph them. If you can't beat em' join them, right? I should work for the park...
I missed the photo of the biggest group. They were on both sides of the road. Not the sharpest tools in the ol' shed.
And we don't have to set an alarm clock. A half hour of noise-pollution takes care of that task for us.