Sunday, September 6, 2015

Keep Tahoe Divine

Robert Hilton holds a variation of the iconic sticker that graces car bumpers from Subaru’s to stylish BMW's and even trendy Prius'.  Credit the folks at the League to Save Lake Tahoe whose core focus since 1957 has been to protect the lake’s inspiring clarity.  In 1880 when Mark Twain was in town, he could see to a depth of 100 feet.  Today the clarity is at 70 feet.  Let's keep Tahoe divine.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Top of California

Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park is at the top of California. I asked a ranger to tell me where I could find the tallest redwood in all the land.
“Well, I can’t tell you where that tree is,” he said, with a hint of sarcasm and annoyance.  He pulled out a visitor guide and circled three or four places on the map with a green highlighter pen.
“Go to Lady Bird Johnson Grove,” he said. “That’s where you’ll see a lot of big trees.”
“Where is the tallest tree in that forest?” I asked.
“We don’t mark that tree anymore,” he said. “The root structure is exposed from so many people tram­pling on it. But you don’t have to search too hard. You’ll find it.”
Of course, I took it as a personal challenge to find the massive redwood that I called the Big Kahuna.
It was five at night by the time I drove up the narrow Bald Hills Road to find the Big Kahuna. It was a steep ascent to Lady Bird Johnson Grove, which rests near the top of a ridge, more than one thousand feet above sea level. As I neared the top, fog and a heavy drizzle hung in the air. The sun had long since given up the ghost. It was fifty-four degrees.
I began walking the one-mile loop in the old-growth redwood forest while the mist was hanging mid-air. The pink-flowered rhododen­dron and fern-lined trail through the forest began to open up. The trees were getting bigger and taller.
I heard the whistle note of the Marbled Murrelet coming from a high branch along the canopy of the redwood forest. I felt the mulch below my feet and smelled the musky scent of Earth.
I stopped in front of a massive tree trunk and mar­veled at its width. It must have been at least twenty-five feet around. When I looked up, I could see the lowest branch, about two hundred feet in the air. The tree seemed taller than a football field.
Blocking my path to inspect the trunk was another massive branch. Clearly, someone had placed this obstacle in front of the tree for a reason. When I inspected this tree from trunk to branch, there was no doubt in my mind. I had found the Big Kahuna.
I clutched my heart at the sight of it.
What I did next was exactly the same as every other idiot the park ranger warned me about. I trampled on the roots of the tree to make my way to the trunk.
“Hello,” I said to the Big Kahuna.
I placed both my hands firmly on its fibrous bark, holding on to the tree much like I do the shoulders of my own children after I greet them. Then I turned my face and placed my cheek on its trunk and embraced it.
I stayed in that position for a long time and felt the energy of this massive sentinel melding with my own life force.
“What would you have me know?” I asked the tree.
I could feel the top of the tree swaying and heard it creaking. A deep tranquility emanated from its pres­ence. This 2,000-year-old sentry was the embodiment of deep time. It held the past, present, and future all at once.
“Remain neutral,” the tree said to me.
I leaned my body flat against the tree until there was no space left between me and the Big Kahuna. This intimate bonding sent a shiver through my body as I felt the root structure connect to Earth’s bedrock and then head straight up to the canopy and beyond that, into the heavens.
“Feel what it means to be alive.”
I understood the elder. We get so caught up in rushing through life, that we forget to feel what it means to be alive—that we are here to experience life right now, not later.
I wanted to stay there longer, absorbing the Big Kahuna’s wisdom. But the truth is I was scared. I wasn’t strong enough to continue. The thin veil between reality and fantasy had been lifted, and for a few moments, I was on the other side.
Once I recognized that I had crossed the line, I removed my hands from the tree. Small red fibers stuck to my fingers. I quickly took two steps back away from the trunk and looked up. My neck stretched so far that my back arched. I looked like a reverse ques­tion mark.
Even though I was scared, I didn’t run away. Instead, I took one last moment to straighten my spine and mouthed two words. I gently touched the tree with one hand as I said this.
“Thank you.”

Monday, August 11, 2014

All The News That's Fit To Print

The San Jose Mercury News featured a story about the book I wrote "My Year In California."    My greatest desire is that women (and men) will take the book's thesis to heart: if you want something to change, make a new choice.  What will you choose?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

New Way To Issue A Press Release

When I first thought about issuing a press release for the book I wrote "My Year In California," I searched the Internet for a service to support my effort.  After careful planning, I went with PRWeb.  The reason?  A recommendation from Deltina Hay, author, publisher, developer, blogger, and professor.  I've taken Deltina's excellent online course on app marketing.  I selected PRWeb's robust premium package at $369 because of its interactive, web-optimized ability.  It's like having my own website hosted on the PRWeb server.  As a social media strategist for a travel app that will soon be released, I may use PRWeb to promote our launch.  I'm using the book's promotion as the proverbial canary in the coal mine.  Keep your fingers crossed for me and my partner PRWeb that the media will pick up the release and write a story on my book.   Thanks a bunch!

Monday, July 14, 2014

Mt. Shasta: Three Years Later

Mt. Shasta July 2011 & July 2014. The snowpack difference is rather alarming. Still, the spiritual vortex there remains and captures my heart every time I visit.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Winner: Eureka! Travel Writing Award

“My Year In California” won the 2014 Eureka! Travel Writing Award.  No. Not the grand prize, a weekend at the swanky Cavallo Point Resort near San Francisco, which would have been sa-weet, but rather, the “Thematic/Lifestyle” category.   Truth be told, I’m happy to receive anything, especially a certificate.  Thank you Visit California for this awesome validation.  Remember, nothin’s finer than a 49er — our Golden State. 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

My Book Won An Award

My Year In California won the silver award from the North American Travel Journalists Association.   So excited to share the gift of living in the Golden State with the rest of the world.