Dining out three times in six days doesn't sound like a slow life, but there were unusual circumstances. Our friends, Sue and Dick Molnar, were in town, taking a break from winter in Santa Fe. Our get-togethers always involve good food.
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|The Trail Head at Johnson Ranch Open Space|
|A bit of shade for hikers on a sunny day.|
|Street Musician, Downtown SLO|
One day we cycled across town to a talk at the California Polytechnic Institute (Cal Poly) campus to hear a talk by Sky Bergman on her documentary film, "Lives Well Lived." She is a film maker, photographer, Cal Poly professor of photography and owner of a bed and breakfast in town where we stayed on our first spring break visit years ago. I spoke with her before the talk, and she told me the film was funded with her profits from her B and B. Carol and I, she pointed out, have helped fund the film.
Saturday night jazz in SLO. We walked to the Unity Concert Hall on Orcutt Road to listen to the Ernie Watts Quartet. I can't remember ever seeing four musicians having so much fun together - eye contact, laughter, coaxing more from each other. Exquisite jazz was the product of their good time.
After two cool weeks (good hiking weather), hot weather arrived today. So it was Sunday coffee and the NY Times on the patio at the Black Horse, a tradition. After lunch, we got on our bikes.
A quarter mile from our house on a main road with lots of cars, all in a hurry, we waited for a break in the traffic and swung across the road to the left turn lane at the light. Left on Orcutt Road and in ten minutes we were in wine country. Rolling hills, barns, vineyards, goats, light car traffic, on a country road with an ample bike lane. Not a cloud in the sky. Wind whispering in our ears.
On a Saturday night, we saw a play at the SLO Repertory Theater. The play, "New Jerusalem - The Interrogation of Baruch de Spinoza at Talmud Torah Congregation: Amsterdam, July 27, 1656" - was a pretty interesting take on what might have happened on that day in history three centuries ago. Carol and I wondered after the play how bewildering it might be to audience members who hadn't taken a philosophy course or two in college.
The weather turned hot during the second half of our stay here in SLO. Our hikes began earlier, we moved slower and covered less ground.
As we trudged up the trail in the hot sun, a young woman coming downhill said as we passed and greeted each other, "You're lookin' good." A similar thing happened to me the week before on another tough climb. A young woman said almost the same thing. "Looking good!' It occurred to Carol and me that hot afternoon on Bishop Peak that what they really wanted to say was, "Lookin' old! Can't believe you're doing this, but way to go!" We smiled and kept putting one foot in front of the other.
|Bishop Peak - End of the Trail #1|
|End of the Trail #2|
|Wine and Olive Country Outside Paso Robles|
|Marsha educated us in the art of fine olive oil at Kiler Ridge|
|A bit of shade at Avila Beach|
|Hitching Post, Avila Beach|
|Call her Intrepid.|
|Bowden Ranch Trail|
|On the hiking trail - small beauty|
|Beauty Under Foot|
|Clinging to existence|
|Home Sweet Home|
|Stynberg Gallery - A Place to Hang Out|
|Dancin' in the Street!|
|Some SLO History|
|Salt Water Taffy - Every Flavor Imaginable and Some You Couldn't Imagine|
|The Photographer at Rest|