Calla decided to sprawl out on the rocks on Saturday for me. They are really enjoying it these days – this afternoon all three of the cats were out back without me being there, each on their own rock.
My hike this weekend was back in Wildwood Park, this time on a trail up onto Mount Clef Ridge. This ridge separates this valley from the Santa Rosa valley, so the views are great. In the interesting animal life department there were about three or four buzzards or vultures riding thermals up the face of the valley, hanging just yards above the trail like ugly Pinatas.
I ordered some new trail shoes and tried them out. I was a little worried about them because there was some severely rough parts on the trail. The entire mountain is made from a kind of gravel – rock, made up of round rocks from the size of pebbles to grapefruit to small cars, cemented into place. Where there is no soil to cover it, it is tough walking.
That part seemed to pass muster – I didn’t have sore joints in the middle of the foot from flexing too much. But they did give me a nasty blister on a heel for a souvenir, which took some of the charm out of the walk. I imagine they will break in with time.
One thing that fits better into the box is Calla. She’s keeping company with one of the toys from Andrea’s fundraiser (see the panel in the sidebar).
You wouldn’t think of it, but Julius also can fit into the box easily.
The box is cool and all, but nothing beats being outside in the back yard on a nice afternoon.