It's not the place, it's the dimension and time...Huh!
Clouds clear in the valley below Mount Woodson but remain further north. Working on my hangover—too many 'potato chips'. (The famous Potato Chip.) Giggling! You think my hat is funny? Let me get you a mirror. We were able to drag the editor from her bed at 5am on Sunday so she could drag us up Mount Woodson to the peak, again. We are not intellectuals although you would think the title of today's hike indicates a depth that we did not realize we have. This attribute is not to be confused with an abundance of humility which we also possess. This began on Friday, the formulation of the title, when we left our injured editor in bed and set out with Sean Bradford to attempt Iron Mountain for the umpteenth time, from the trailhead at 4:45am. We cannot help it if they are not making any more mountains in San Diego. A fascinating culmination of natural events this morning. The chance of rain over the house is zero—this is a desert. When we rea...