September 24

Although the current $7 per gallon'ness of gas nearly dissuaded me, I went for a drive after my morning stop at the Mother Ship.

I took surface streets up through Dublin and San Ramon until I got to Blackhawk, and then came back via Camino Tassajara. (And sorry, if you're not local you'll have no idea what I'm talking about. So I'll simplify by saying I went north, then east, and then came back south again.)

I always forget how much open space there is along Camino Tassajara. The hills are all brown since it hasn't rained in months, but they're still there. Still untouched, and still beautiful in the way that they roll and how they're framed by God against the blue sky.

Given how it seems like new pack-and-stack housing pops up on the daily, I'm thankful that we do indeed still have open space nearby, even if I don't see it every day.