First: a brief but sweet reunion with some friends from Sacramento, who took us driving down the California coast to Santa Cruz.
It was a feast for the senses and a literal feast. We satisfied our cravings with salmon tacos, apricot salsa and fresh green leaves, guacamole and chimichurri, tayberry cheesecake, whiskey-custard ice-cream and many glasses of wine.
Sealions made S-shapes in the day’s last sun beneath the boardwalk.
Then: Yosemite and a reunion of families. Ian’s great-grandfather, Andrew Bernard Charles Dohrman, was a key figure in the continuing preservation of the park so it was a special place for everyone to come together, reminisce and meet for the first time.
It was as beautiful as anything we’ve seen all year.
These sequoias, so tall and ancient, remind me of this Meditation on Time through the Inked Cross-Sections of Fallen Trees. I want to make some of my own. I will when I get home.
But first there was a flight to Detroit for a wedding and a week of perfect, precious moments, one after the other after the other.
I like the word ’boutonnière’.
Thank you to those kind people who took these worn and weary backpackers into their homes, found us beds to sleep in and took such special care of us.
And all – all – of my love and wishes to our dear friends, Alissa and Bryan, on the beginning of their own beautiful adventure.
It’s been a lovely and memorable homecoming. But.
In the morning, we fly! And I cannot wait to be home.