Mountains and Air

What a day it was today. We almost reached triple digits, but not quite. Meanwhile, it was hard to ignore the troubled east coast with Hurricane Earl beginning to beat down on them. The place to be in my book was the Sierras.

The mountains had the best weather, in the seventies. Now that's my style. It makes you want to make a pit stop at La Sportiva rock climbing and spend the day exercising in the fresh air.

It all evokes images of Yosemite or even Mount Diablo. Peaceful moments, open air, and Mother Nature. That works for me. Wouldn't it be nice to be part of an Ansel Adams photograph?

I'm definitely ready for those hot days to roll on by and let's get back to the fun days of fall.