I swear that dog was so big, you could've ridden him, standing up, around a circus center ring. ---In [email protected], <[email protected]> wrote : The last time I walked at Gardner's Bay and heard "Big Dog", I looked up to see Bill Clinton. ---In [email protected], <punditster@...> wrote : On 8/17/2014 8:14 AM, fleetwood_macncheese@... mailto:fleetwood_macncheese@... [FairfieldLife] wrote: LIke, what?
>That you went for a long walk in a park. At our age we should all be taking >long walks. According to what I've read, at your age you should be walking at >least a mile three times a week. We walk in a park almost every day - we like >taking walks in a park. Thanks for the story.> ---In >[email protected] mailto:[email protected], ><punditster@...> mailto:punditster@... wrote : So, you went for a walk in a >park. Like. > On 8/16/2014 7:08 PM, fleetwood_macncheese@... >mailto:fleetwood_macncheese@... [FairfieldLife] wrote: As I was pulling out, to go to Bidwell Park this morning, 7:30-ish, a guy runs by, he's about 6'5, all muscle, deep tan, floating down the sidewalk, but fast, like an antelope, with blond dreads halfway down his back. That was different. Then off to the park, 1800 acres, with lots of back country - I decide to walk the full circuit, nine or ten miles-ish, about a three hour round-trip - starting up a ridge, above a canyon, a steep and rough trail, climbing for awhile, then back down to the park trail that skirts the creek, at first a hundred feet below the trail, then eventually level with it, and back to the car. As I hike deeper in, I bury myself in the wilderness, and the strengthening silence and heat - all encompassing. Walking for miles, into the silence, hearing my footsteps, my breathing, sweating, the strike of my hiking stick, an occasional bird chirp. Not much dirt trail, most is exposed volcanic rock, and basalt. Huge rock formations above the canyon, so old, and still here. The entire landscape is rocky, dry, ancient, and hot, and I love it. After awhile my one water bottle runs out, and I am trudging back, thirsty, and even then, getting into it. When I am almost done, a woman comes by with two dogs, a lab, and what looks like a small pony from a distance - short reddish fur, and a back that could easily carry a saddle. I nodded to her, smiled, and said, "big dog", as I walked by.
