Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

The view from the office today. It’s officially rut season, and the bulls have been bugling. Incidentally, today’s sighting coincided with the first rain we’ve had since March. It’s a great time of year to get outside! (at Redwood National and State Parks (NPS)) View Larger

The view from the office today. It’s officially rut season, and the bulls have been bugling. Incidentally, today’s sighting coincided with the first rain we’ve had since March. It’s a great time of year to get outside! (at Redwood National and State Parks (NPS))


“You never climb the same mountain twice, not even in memory. Memory rebuilds the mountain, changes the weather, retells the jokes, remakes all the moves.” — Lito Tejada-Flores (at Devil’s Punchbowl California) View Larger

“You never climb the same mountain twice, not even in memory. Memory rebuilds the mountain, changes the weather, retells the jokes, remakes all the moves.” — Lito Tejada-Flores (at Devil’s Punchbowl California)


"We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us." — John Muir (at Devil’s Punchbowl California) View Larger

"We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us." — John Muir (at Devil’s Punchbowl California)


"A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east." — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (at Port of Brookings Harbor) View Larger

"A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east." — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (at Port of Brookings Harbor)


"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together." — Vincent Van Gogh (at Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park) View Larger

"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together." — Vincent Van Gogh (at Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park)