Tristen was one year and one day old. It was a lonely, calm, sunny, beautiful day on the Central Coast. Nice hike - great views. Tris wanted to run free at the summit and was not happy when I corralled him. I was happy though.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, awake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it reality."