author of the oarsman
The Dangerous Ones
December 16, 2014

This weekend I drove up to the Bay Area to visit friends and the places I loved when I used to live there.

I found it interesting that the thing I missed most wasn’t a person, but a place: Mt. Diablo. I used to hike there often and I missed it’s trails, climate and energy. After all the lunches, coffee and conversations were over, I snuck away to my favorite state park.

Instead of the dry, warm dustiness of Southern California, I was surrounded by the wet embrace of misty rain, teasing fog and laughing, lively greens. I was held in this energy as I made my way up the mountain atop one of my favorite trails.

As I walked, I found myself lost in questions. And not just any questions, but the dangerous ones.