Will be scarce online until my laptop comes back from the repair shop, or, worst case, I acquire a new one.)
Due to the combination of President's Day (no classes), the cancellation of the thing I had planned to do today, and the impossibility of working without a computer, I am going to put together a picnic and go commune with nature. For safety purposes since I'm going by myself, it's the Santa Inez/Trippet trail at Topanga Park. (Don't freak! It is well-marked, well-populated, and I am a knowledgeable hiker.)
I briefly explored it yesterday, after passing the sign every time I went to coach one of my students but never having time or being there at a good hiking time. But since it was spur of the moment, I wasn't properly shod and couldn't get on the waterfall trail at all, as it was too slippery/muddy. The trail criss-crossed a rushing creek, helpfully laid out with strategically placed stepping stones or logs. It was very green, and branches and vines met overhead for much of the trail, so I seemed to walk through a low, narrow tunnel made of trees.
The trail was also, alas, lined with poison oak (leaflets three, let it be), green edged with red and glistening as if dipped in oil. I kept my arms tight in to my body and threw everything in the wash, and myself in the shower, as soon as I got home.
I didn't spot much wildlife, other than hikers, but the calmer pools of the creek were full of water skaters, tiny feet dimpling the clear water.
Due to the combination of President's Day (no classes), the cancellation of the thing I had planned to do today, and the impossibility of working without a computer, I am going to put together a picnic and go commune with nature. For safety purposes since I'm going by myself, it's the Santa Inez/Trippet trail at Topanga Park. (Don't freak! It is well-marked, well-populated, and I am a knowledgeable hiker.)
I briefly explored it yesterday, after passing the sign every time I went to coach one of my students but never having time or being there at a good hiking time. But since it was spur of the moment, I wasn't properly shod and couldn't get on the waterfall trail at all, as it was too slippery/muddy. The trail criss-crossed a rushing creek, helpfully laid out with strategically placed stepping stones or logs. It was very green, and branches and vines met overhead for much of the trail, so I seemed to walk through a low, narrow tunnel made of trees.
The trail was also, alas, lined with poison oak (leaflets three, let it be), green edged with red and glistening as if dipped in oil. I kept my arms tight in to my body and threw everything in the wash, and myself in the shower, as soon as I got home.
I didn't spot much wildlife, other than hikers, but the calmer pools of the creek were full of water skaters, tiny feet dimpling the clear water.
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