Tuesday, April 22, 2008
On a related note, the peregrine falcons over at San Jose City Hall are quite the buzz since Clara gave birth to three wee ones yesterday while a fourth egg remains unhatched. The little ones may be tucked under Mom if you are wondering why you don't see them. Earlier this morning, she fed them bits of a pigeon. You should have seen their little beaks. Clara, by the way, is on her second stud bird in a year. My kind of chick. No one knows what happened to Clara's last beau. He probably asked for freshly brewed coffee one too many times and she bopped him off. Click here or here for the live webcam views.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Saturday telephone conversation between The Boyfriend and me:
He: Fancy biking Mt. Diablo tomorrow?
Me: I'll tell you what I fancy, Mister -- those two shirtless guys I passed on the trail this morning at my place 6pm for cocktails.
He [ignoring me]: What time do you want to come to my place Sunday?
He [ignoring me - he does that a lot]: Great, 9am it is.
Me: I plan to whine.
Me: See how much he adores me.
We began at the North Gate entrance. We did this ride two years ago with the Low Key Hillclimb series and I wrote a blog entry about that experience.
Me: I'm ready to turn around now.
He: We haven't even started.
If you click on the photo above, you will see poppies and hangliders.
Me: Are we there yet?
Me: [two minutes later] Are we there yet, huh huh huh?
He: [shaking his head] Remind me next time to bring duct tape.
Notice in the photo below how I look like a lump as I climb. The Boyfriend glided up with ease, leaving me after mile 3 or so. More poppies to view as well.
It was much too warm for me to bother whining. I fared better than I expected, doing 6-7 mph though by mile 9, my back ached and it was a struggle to reach the top. At the ranger station, I passed a look-alike Sean Connery shirtless runner who told me I was beautiful. Ah, my kind of man. Then again, he was probably delirious and suffering from heatstroke. It was very hot on the mountain.
At the top, I met up with The Boyfriend:
He: That was fun!
Me: I'll tell you what's fun, Mister -- those two shirtless guys from yesterday's ride, my place, 6pm for cocktails.
Naturally he ignored me once again, kissed me atop the mountain and promised me french fries later. My kind of man.
We stopped a few times during the descent to take photos. Below, he's looking at more poppies in bloom.
Next weekend, it's the Tierra Bella.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
As for the rest of the 28 mile ride in the dusty, dry hot day, well, naturally I was distracted by other forms of stunning nature. Need I say more. :)
The Boyfriend wants me to do Mt. Diablo with him on Sunday. Be prepared for a weanie woman whine tomorrow as I haven't done a climb in a while nor whined enough of late.