I know there are floods in Pakistan and Iowa...I see the maps depicting sweltering heat over much of the United States, so I offer my pictures and my foggy musings knowing that whether or not I like the weather, I am very fortunate. Maybe some of my pictures will even cool a few hot folks down a bit.
On Saturday we drove up north of the San Francisco Bay to a wedding in the Sonoma County coastal hills at a ranch called Ocean Song. There was sun for a time that afternoon and the recent rarity of sunny warmth made it very welcome. The sun disappeared quickly though, and the bone warming temperatures dropped rapidly.
Traveling home on Saturday night, we slept in on the outskirts of the town of Mill Valley just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. Although our location on a clear morning would have yielded a perfect view of the mountain of my youth, the mountain I carry with me in my memories and dreams, there was not a glimpse of her to be had. Not only were her lovely peaks hidden, the flowing lines of the sleeping princess, even the base of Mt. Tam was shrouded. The hotel had lovely enlarged photographs of the local environs. Our room had a night image with the moon captured full and bright over the silhouette of Mount Tamalpais. I couldn't see the mountain, but I knew it was there.