Breakfast with Chloe

Breakfast is not the time for

crazy back porch dreams

it is the time of lines

and lists

and coffee

the time of

calling birds and

cranky cats.

Everything is important

at breakfast

and everything demands attention.

Later, dreams,

later.

Guess this is Beyond

here it is, 2010, and the stalled blog starts right up again, as if two years of sitting in some dusty cyber garage did not damage its air filter or fuel lines. vroom.

The seasons turned, the grades submitted, the car packed. Or almost.

and a new gray bird on the feeder, and we don't know what he is.

mysteries surround us. Stay tuned.

Bumming not Blogging

No wi fi means no pix, but this blog ain't over yet. We have been bumming from one end of California to the other, from '49er mining towns to the glorious warm elegance of the Coronado Hotel in San Diego. Pictures to come!

El Comanchero heads East, finds more mountains.
Clementine heads for the coast
the Blogster finds old friends and wine tastings, forgets to take notes. She'll make them up later.

Totem at Stanford University

Stanford University is a beautiful place, but this huge totem standing in a grove of redwoods was simply haunting. Thunderbird on top, followed by Raven, A powerful man (shaman?) named Boo-quilla, who is Raven's most precious creation, standing on Killer Whale, who magically morphs into Wolf. 

Odd Shots

One more Bee . . . . . . 

End of the Race

We admit it, at the top of Alamo Hill we took a sharp right turn and finished the race, alone among the participants, at Ghiradelli Square instead of the Pacific Ocean.  

After recharging with Theobroma, we staggered out to Fisherman's Wharf and continued our winding route by Coit Tower, North Beach, the Financial District, and finally the Ferry.  Surely more than seven miles! And in only 8 hours!

We are the Champions, my friends!

More Elvii

You ain't nothin' but a houn'dog. ..

photo credits to Clementine