Winter/Spring 1993, the Opening of Father Junipero Serra Trail

Second post on my “Dogs and Hiking” blog. I brought a lot of journals into the house today, but not all of them, it turns out, so posts will not be in chronological order…

Running up that Hill with Dogs

“…I’ve been all over that ground — years and years ago. I’ve lived out my melancholy youth. I don’t give a fuck any more what’s behind me, or what’s ahead of me. I’m healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past. No future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today. Le bel aujourd’hui!” Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

Well, maybe.

Today I went out to the garage to bring in journals. I haven’t found them all so these will be out of sequence, but maybe enjoyable anyway. This was during one of the more difficult times, maybe it was my time to navigate through the seracs of the glacier field of a marriage ending and, uh, you know, that thing women go through. I’ve posted a popular song from the era at the end of the post. It made me laugh every time I heard it…

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2 thoughts on “Winter/Spring 1993, the Opening of Father Junipero Serra Trail

    • I’m picking and choosing very carefully. And where the pain is, I have already written it in writing about my brother. But that seemed to have a valid moral imperative — there are a lot of people out there suffering with a relative like him who can’t let go.

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