Photo is from view partway up Mt. Baldy, a smallish mound on the southside of town, with a long stretch of straight uphill walking right from the parking lot. A lovely round trip, and then we crossed the road to hike through a rolling fir forest trail so that we got our 90 minutes in. My hiking buddy took the photo with her camera, which did a pretty good job.
The sun was more red than white, to our human eyes, a result of high smoke from the California wildfires rather than our own. The fog on the lower hills is so lovely, though.
A couple of weeks ago I unexpectedly ran across a person on a genealogy site who I suspected was my granddaughter, and it turns out, I was right. I lost touch with my daughter back in 1996 when I moved from Atlanta and ended up here in Oregon. In the process of moving, I lost her unlisted phone number in Sacramento. I had her address, and wrote there a couple of times telling her how to reach me. This was in pre-cellphone days, of course. But, I never heard from her and didn't know if she ever received those letters. I would search for them over the years, but never found them.
Turns out, they'd had a little girl in the late summer of 1996, born with a heart defect, who eventually died a couple of months later. Understandably, it was a difficult time for them and in the process, she lost my contact information. Now we are all in touch and happy to be back together and I have two beautiful granddaughters in their early 20s.
Life really turns in a moment, doesn't it?
