Ah California. It is the smell that surprised me then and now. Sweet crisp smells bursting in your nose like a sweet apple's spray upon your tongue. Walking among the oak laden stream banks, with the soft wind on my face, brings to me a deep calm. I journeyed today to Sunol Wilderness. My plan included a 10 mile round trip hike to Mission Peak, but the park worker told me that they had reports of someone with a gun in that direction. The helicopters overhead seemed to confirm this. I instead did the trip east along McCorkle trail. Under oak and sky I rest now at the end of this hike. My return trip will be slightly shorter and the entire hike will be just under 6 miles. Last night I played poker until 3 am. I had a fun time with the 9 others that showed up. I will need to schedule some more trips out here.I sit in my little hill side of the world in thought of those who sat before me here. Of people from a different world and time, the native people who might have sat here in complete bliss for the sun in the sky. Of those who sat in love, completely unaware of any ill in the world at that moment. Of the lost, hoping here to find direction in the indecipherable blades of grass. I feel neither now, only a steady place in between all feelings. As if completely content, with want for naught or numb beyond ability to know. I do not seek yet I have not found.






