This was me ridge soaring at the coast years ago when I was very daring, and didn’t bruise so easily. I’ve also done thermals, but have retired my wing and plan to stay on the ground from now on after being convinced earlier this year at Ed Levin that it might be too much fun to live with.
Getting comfortable to watch a classic.
Malvolio, Maria, and Sir Toby
Getting Ready for the Big Event (early Saturday afternoon):
Fine Time to Bike Ride:
Click the image for enlarged view. I just happen to like this photo; seems to tell several stories.
South of 280, north of Coe, between Lincoln Avenue and Riverside Drive, where the creek crosses the trail:
Maps Google Satellite <- ZOOM IN
Here’s looking at you …
I’m tempted to raise rabbits for their meat, but none of my friends think I’ve the meat-hunger to slaughter one. My great uncle did, and I think he let me watch once, and to this day I can’t tell if I was really traumatized by it (so maybe I didn’t see anything).