Out
the
door
with
less-than-no-time to spare,
but
somehow,
in
the
glorious
morning
light,
make
it
to Marin in an almost timely fashion to rendezvous with
Crystal,
who has returned from an extended weekend at Harvard for orientation.
Divinity School aside, two wrongs do make a right in this case, as she and
Stanley have been running a bit late as well.
We talk all
elevated matters theological and artistical on the drive to-and-from and on the walk proper, making it one of our standard longer experiences by taking the round trip to Plateau Hill,
on this scenic but extraordinarilly brisk day.
With the car clock still on standard time
(finally correct it upon return) misperceive that there is all the time in the world,
by
taking
a
counter-clockwise
around
China
Camp
State
Park,
ending
up,
past
recovering
seasonal
burns and the
Civic Center,
back on the
heights
above
San Rafael.
The 10am shops thereafter do not seem as if they have just opened (indeed that was an hour back) -- at any event, return homeward (Marin: Puerto Suello and
Pacheco
Passes /
Sonoma: Petaluma River and
Sears
Point
Ranch /
Napa:
American Canyon and
St. John Mine Mountain Ranch /
Solano: Vallejo Cliffs,
Sentinel
Peak,
U.S. 40
Today Hill,
Suisun
Valley,
Twin Peaks,
Cordelia Hill,
South Lagoon Mountains, etc.) later than expected,
but still with sufficient time before
the
departure
to
Kaiser with Harriet,
who is undergoing tests.
A
few
hours
at
leisure
in the local town (getting it for page 56 pdf of Merton Songs),
then
a
revisit,
under
beautifully
troublesome
nimbocumuli
stretching
from the Vaca Mountains,
where H receives a clean bill of health,
and we
head back
once more,
with condensation still picturesquely threatening, composing the next page of The Decameron (65) and editing another sheet for Psalm 92 (3).
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