Dang, it's been a while. Truly. Like three-and-a-half wordless months a while. Don't really know how that happened, that big pause in my riveting, somewhat regular-ish online posts (and don't know why no one emailed me to personally lament the lack of said posts), but there you have it. Whatever. Ain't no problem, as now we just gotta unscrew us one big old serious bottle of ketchup. As in catch-up. As in crank that shit back up! That shit, of course, being The Headlands Report. And the New Year, the Year of the Horse. Crank up 2014. And some rain, too. Crank up some damn rain, fer cryn-out-loud, because we need some rain out here in California! "Some" meaning a whole lot, buckets and buckets. And we need it now. "Now" as in yesterday.
Okay then…So where the hell did I leave off. Oh, yeah: National Park closures and dog vomit. (There! See? I can't believe you've been able to drink your morning coffee without this stuff, haven't contacted me for MORE.)
Gonna let pictures do most of the talking as we cover some serious ground, from that last post in early October 2013 to now, to today, to January 21, 2014, which just happens to be my beloved sister Anne's birthday (Happy Birthday, Anne!). We're twins, you know…Irish twins. Go ahead, look it up.
After we're finished here and you're up to speed (should you wish to remain up to speed), in subsequent posts we'll then explore, in a bit more depth and with more pictures, two most excellent globetrotting adventures from what I've decided to call a December to Remember (which included very little actual work). For now, tho, let's return to autumn in San Francisco.
So there you have it, cyber-peeps. I'm finished with the ramble, for now; but as I promised, more on the trips to Madrid and Florida soon. Twas a unique couple of months and a totally awesome couple of months, especially because I got to spend so much of it with family. Alas, I'm back in San Francisco now (yeah, right…"alas"; see the pic below), hoping for a stampede of rainy days but enjoying the 70-degree January with walks and hikes galore. Looks like change is in the air, tho, as the fog has moved back in and the upcoming forecast is for cooler temps. It's not the major precipitation we need, but it's a start. Hopefully.
Gung Hay Fat Choy, everyone!
Wishing you all the best for the New Year (of the horse).
Let's throw a saddle on this bad boy...and let's giddy up!
Peter J. Palmer