After the drive back through the rush hour grind across the bay to Marin County I still had a fair amount of plants to move and was looking forward to hunkering down in the motel for one more night.
I had reserved the room but the day clerk informed me it had already been booked! After expressing an adequate degree of outrage I left the office and plan B immediately came to mind. I would just take the 2 hour drive back up to the mountains and come back down next morning to Santa Rosa. This is a bustling town north of the bay area with enough business to sell what I had left.
Secretly thanking the clerk for cancelling my reservation at the unsavory motel and saving 80 bucks it was back into the mountains for a much more benign evening at home.
My mission next day was to completely sell out down to the last plant, period. Then find a good hike for this fine summer evening. Santa Rosa would not be my choice if I was looking to make a killing but with the stuff I had left it was a good enough call.
Sure enough after piddling around at doctors' offices and small companies I managed to turn green into green, wheeling and dealing them all away by 3:30 pm!
Summer evening shuffle
This popular mountain rises high above its' surroundings and can be seen for many miles. On weekends the parking lot at the pass is packed out in good weather with dozens of hikers. When I pulled into the lot there was not another vehicle or a soul in sight! I had the big old mountain to myself which seemed unusual given the lovely weather and full moon.
This mountain dictates a strict textbook walk up the road with almost no opportunities for maverick attempts to shorten the route by cutting the switchbacks. The slopes are virtually covered with impenetrably dense chaparral and close knit oaks at a degree of steepness one could manage if it weren't for the sand and scree. You would have to be some kind of super-knucklehead with an IQ of 3 to attempt it.
Did manage to make it to the East Peak by 7 pm. Had to bust a move around a fence to get out past the radio facilities to enjoy the views of Napa Valley, the Coast Range west and east to the Palisades. North was blocked by the rest of the higher part of the mountain (4,343').
Shuffled on back down with the late afternoon light building but the full moon was still behind the curtain of the horizon.
Meow!! Meow!! Meow!!
Steven and his father had also just arrived from the Grand Canyon as I pulled in. Of course the cats were glad I was back. I think they see me as a walking deli. When I get up in the morning and open the bedroom door Coco and The Silver P. are eagerly parked right on the other side. It's like a surprise party in reverse! They are on me liked piranhas for a fresh bowl of friskies, heaven forbid I should have to go to the bathroom first! If I was 6 inches tall it would be appetizer city!
Meanwhile the kittens are growing and gearing up to terrorize rug, furniture and god knows what else.