After a slow first five months, I'm back to blogging in earnest. In the forthcoming few months I plan to keep on tracking the blooming of wildflowers, the activities of bugs and reptiles and any other critters I'm quick enough or lucky enough to photograph, and to comment on ecological relationships. Since there is an increasing sense of ecological crisis among many people and more vigorous denial of such on the part of others, I will inevitably comment on the social and political dimensions of survival as I see them.
I am still an adjunct instructor in the English Department at Feather River College, but time permitting, I am available for hire as a nature guide in the region in and around Plumas County. A brochure describing my usual kinds of natural history adventures is in development. Email me c/o firstname.lastname@example.org with your mailing address and a statement of interests, and I'll send you a rough draft.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
We left Quincy before sunrise last Friday for a quick trip to the coast for my wife's birthday. I brought my camera, figuring we'd spend some time at the beaches and streams for experiences with nature, although we were also excited about bookstores, coffee shops, and other places we'd visited years ago. We checked into our motel in Ft. Bragg and got excited when we saw this sign on the bathroom counter. Bears? It would be just like home where we have bears visit our yard nearly every night. But, excitement turned to disappointment when we realized the PR folks at Travelodge don't now how to spell! ;)
Although we did try to cram too much adventure into a short weekend, I did manage to get some nice photos of wildflowers, birds, and socio-political goings-on that were intriguing. We drove along the Mendocino and Sonoma County coasts and landed in San Rafael for our second night. Some things about the coast had stayed the same, but lots of things had changed. The main changes seemed to relate to an ever higher portion of people seeming to be type-A - driving too fast, spending lots of money, and making it harder to see the coast as a way to "get away from it all." Then we realized we missed home. No need to get away except as a reminder that we like where we live. To me, the most intriguing changes were in Point Arena. [To be continued tomorrow.]