Life
Took the dogs to Arana Gulch this morning. Because of the late spring rains, it's green and overgrown and full of flowering thistles and plants in grass as high as your head. C. didn't go running through the grass and rolling in the milkweed like he usually does. I thought about climbing my favorite oak tree but decided to leave it for another day. I took the trail that leads down by the creek and saw the tide pushing the water up the creek. Odd; at that point, we must be a half-mile from the entrace to the harbor marina that the creek flows into.