In the past week I have immersed myself, alone, in nature three times. I want to drink in as much of California’s natural beauty as I can before heading back east to the urban landscapes where my adult children live.
Last Friday I hiked early in the morning along the western shore of San Pablo Bay at China Camp State Park. I saw many deer and wild turkeys and a coyote.
Tuesday I paddled across Tomales Bay to enjoy a lunch on a beach I had all to myself. I enjoyed the company of several harbor seals.
Today I took a hike in Willowcreek State Park. In seven miles and about two and three quarters hours I encountered one mountain bike rider and another solo hiker. I hiked down Willowcreek Road to Old Barn Road.
The sun was warm, too warm for December, making it feel almost like April.
At a mouldering out building I enjoyed the lunch I carried in my backpack: kipper snacks, a pear, string cheese, a crust of a sourdough loaf, and a thermos of hot black tea.
For company, I brought a book to read while my lunch settled.
Maps of the outings: