I've known about Mt Madonna County Park for years. Always thought it would be a cool place to check out. But it being down at the very bottom of the county, it wasn't easy to keep in mind, or get to.
Early today, we decided to get away from the stores, take a break from all the holiday stuff. So we drove out there. It was not as abandoned as I thought it would be, given it was the day after Christmas. But there were few campers, and none in the yurts, which is what we wanted to check out.
They have White Fallow Deer.
We made a resolution to camp at this park some time next year. It was simply beautiful, another prime example of how many great getaways we have so close to home.
It used to be where we would work very hard to keep things out of the hands and sights of Harold. If we failed, then we would be faced with something that got dirty, broken, or had perhaps harmed him in some way. Things are a bit different now that he's a bit older and is able to think a little more rationally.
Harold is still very much interested in anything that crosses his line of sight. There will be no end to that, which is a good thing. However, once he associates something with a person, he is quite adamant about that object being only for, by, or about that person.
An example is my car. He sees my car and points to it, exclaiming, Daddy's car! Daddy's car! It's not that anyone else is laying claim to it, but rather he is excited to know that this particular vehicle is associated with Daddy.
Another example is our laptops. Mama may have her laptop sitting conveniently open at the end of the table. i will want to quickly look something up, so I seat myself in front of her machine and begin my query. Harold sees me and practically scolds me that this is Mama's 'Puter, mama's 'puter. If I don't move, he will get up, come over to me, take my hand and lead me toward my cave where I have my machine.
What brought this post up was something he did this morning. I have a Nalgene water bottle that I usually have with me more often than not. It sits bedside through each night, and through the day during the week. Today, he was in the bedroom, grabbed the bottle, and searched the house for me to deliver Daddy's Wa-wa. I was out in the garage at the time. He found me, handed me the bottle very matter-of-fact, saying Here, daddy. I took it, thanked him, and he scampered back into the house, with a satisfied sense of accomplishment showing on his face. After all, Daddy needs his water.
Last October, I was privileged enough to help host a star party at a local elementary school. One of the astronomers that was setting up next to me gestured toward the western sky and commented about the salmon color it was displaying. He explained that what we were seeing was the light coming over the mountains and reflecting off the clouds. The salmon color, he said, would only last a very brief time. And he was right.
Since then, I have been noticing the salmon sky whenever I would have the opportunity. This evening was one such chance. This is the view of the setting sun from my office in a tower in downtown San Jose.