The first true week day of September, as yesterday was our national holiday. The next couple of months are often among some of the nicest summer months of the year, when the cold fog and wind simmers down on the Pacific, and the number of out-of-towners dwindles dramatically. I have been busy writing a longer journal entry of my road trip last month to Idaho, as well as scanning through a thousand photographs to select the ones that best represented the trip.


I posted the journal entries, ten of them, on my
website, and feel relieved to have completed the work so that I may turn my mind to other things. I'm not sure if travel writing is the type of writing I enjoy the best. It can become somewhat tedious to produce, but when completed allows one to go back and relive the string of events that occurred. These ten entries took so long to put together that I feel like I lost part of this past month locked away at my keyboard in the middle of some brilliant beach days and wonderful campfire evenings when I could have been out.

Last evening the sunset turned a brilliant hot and gaseous-looking orange before lying down and cooking the other side of the world. I knew I should have gone to the ocean cliffs for a better view, but above me here in the forest was surprisingly colorful.

Some days can be so restful when my keyboard hammers only a few words...