Summer in Norcal

We made it back to the area known to some as the Gold Country, barely….

Song and dance.

A gathering of peoples from all over this world.

The first stop upon returning to town. The last stop upon leaving.

Straight up the best brew I ever had.

Abundance and variety.

Love and blood.

We really did it this season.

Going the distance.

Our pies were over filled in the oven. Our packs over filled on the trail.

A kitchen.

A place where the fire is always going. A place where there is no quiet hour. A place where things and people I have yet to meet can come. A place where the fire is always going.

Flow.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habitat;…

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action—

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

-Rabindranath Tagore