1/1/2021 — Up early, hiking the trail in darkness. I focus my camera on a grizzled black oak perched on a hill on the west side of California’s great Central Valley. Perhaps four hundred years old, the oak stands alone against the sky and time. Gnarled from wind and storms…

Part 1 — The Race — 6:50 am, June 21, 1987 I was trying to clear my head before the race. I knew it would be a big week, but little did I know I would participate in a cliff rescue, have tea with San Francisco Rock and Roll royalty…

What seems “impossible” in work or life to you? Have you tried to overcome the “impossible” and if so, how? Has your definition of impossible changed since the pandemic started? For me I felt my first blush with the “impossible” running into the aid station at mile 30 of an…

The fog outside my door rolls to me from the coast with the cry of a forest dying within its thick stream. A voice picked off the surf a few short miles from here. Waves that joyfully guarded the forests below them for a millennium now mourn for the loss…

Part 2 —Deadman’s Point Cliff Rescue (start with Part 1) 7:00 pm, June 14, 1987 The place where the hiker’s friend fell was a nasty piece of ship eating rock. It is blocked from the main trail by a low rope fence and a sign indicating “Cliff Area, Danger Keep…