March 15, 2001

 

The day here has begun sort of cold and grey, but the promise is of glorious sun shine and warm breezes.  It is always the same promise, isn't it, that someday the sun will shine? 

 

I'll soon leave for a new adventure, old adventure revisited, Cucamonga...the God Peak of my youth.  The beauty of rocks is their change is so subtle, sure sometimes dramatic, but so subtlety so.  Its been thirty years since I careened down its canyons, bounding, laughing, flying, boulder to boulder, stone to stone.  Each day, I look out on Cucamonga...so close....so many years away.  Strange, they say "It" doesn't care. I do. I think it does too.

 

I'll set out on a different path, one not taken before, up from Devore.  Up the Lytle Creek. But the goal is the same to rest myself on the breast of Mother Cucamonga.  And then to look out with eyes unobscured, from her vantage, from her place, on all the love and life that surrounds me.