Out with the great composer John Curtis Browning
in
the
glorious
morning,
down
to
Augie's for
coffee
and
enlightenment (with several associates, including Henry and his son),
then
reverse
course
to
drop
off
John and proceed
towards
Beaumont
and
beyond
to
243 --
the
Banning
Idyllwild
Panoramic
Highway --
for a walk on same (as part of a personal take on the Pacific Crest Trail),
proceeding north from just above 4000 feet
(edging the oak plateau that ends at Twin Pines Road),
sinuously
ever
downward
with
views
of
Mt.
Baldy,
the
San
Bernardinos,
Mt. Edna,
San
Jacinto
and
Gorgonio
Peaks
and
the
latter's
Pass,
and
Cabazon's
dicey
casino
and
the
suspect
windmills
beyond --
through
five
hairpin
turns
as
the
shadows
lengthen.
Every
turn
has
a
commonality,
yet
variety,
like
some
crazy
minimalist
art
project
of
progressive
revelation.
More
twists
and
bends
to
3000
feet
and
a
poignant
memorial.
Eventually,
the
world
darkens
to
continued
beauty
yet
potential
visibilic
hazard
at
a eucalyptus grove about a mile shy of the 8-mile (16, since everything is walked twice) goal of the grade's base.
Tomorrow, tomorrow...
Return to another evening out with John for stimulating conversation. Lights out with Elena listening to the too-close-to-call Iowa Republican caucus returns, while making final plans over Facebook with Steve for our nautical encounter tomorrow.
Again way over the daily blog usage at 27 MB (2.73%) of the 1024 MB. Oh well. One more big day, and then the situation should calm down a bit...
Playlist is montane, yet a bit allusive-chilly... simply Philip Glass's Kundun, plus Mark Alburger's Psalms, Volume 2.
