No sooner do I exult about Spring and sunshine and blue skies and green grass than Winter kicks back in. Tuesday night Eric and I headed south, running along the coast from Muir Beach, up trails leading to ocean lookout spots. We could see bands of rain out on the horizon, moving in from the ocean. It started drizzling and suddenly got a lot colder and just as we got to the top (maybe 1000 ft. above the ocean) and started heading back, it started hailing. No trees for shelter. So here we are running down a fire road, high winds, getting pelted by hail, freezing water running down our legs into shoes…It may sound like I’m complaining here, but in reality, the discomfort was worth it when we got into dry clothes and in to the pub, and beer and hot shepherd’s pie. It was an adventure! “If it doesn’t kill you, it’s good for you,” invariably true.
The rain (1″ this week) and new storms next week are good. Our local lakes are full, but Lake Shasta can use as much rainfall as it can get.
Then yesterday I ran down to the beach and found a bunch of new graffiti. I love this art form.