The view across the valley from the road to Alpe d’Huez, Isere province, southern France (photo circa 1973); site of a particularly grueling stage of this year’s Tour de France bicycle race.
Cancer survivor and leader of the US Postal professional bicycling team, Lance Armstrong will be racing up this 9 mile road alone, one step closer in his pursuit of an unprecedented sixth consecutive Tour de France victory.
Best wishes to Lance and his team, whose accomplishments should serve to inspire each of us to engage our personal challenges, large and small, with courage and resolve, knowing that it is individual effort, alone and in teamwork, that redefines “what is humanly possible”
Go Mellow Johnny, Go!
Bernie’s gilded boots,
worn no more, last step taken.
Now, back door sentinels.
This last pair of many,
first donned, same as the rest,
smooth and anonymous.
All worn, worn out,
through darkness and day,
cold and hot, wet and dry,
more comfortable unshod,
wore and smoothed leather lining.
creased, soaked, scarred, and scuffed,
skin, hide and sole.
Observers now, and evidence of,
a vital, irresistible habit of industry,
gapped only by well deserved sleep.
Responsibilities fulfilled shine these boots.
No longer partners in toil,
now, adornment to life well spent.
Left to right, Round Hill, Elk Hill North Knob, Elk Hill South Knob.
East Branch Valley
As they have for hundreds of years,
visitors and homecomers alike,
journey East Branch Valley
toward the heart of Elk Mtn Area.
a passage as they rusticate;
a harbinger of repose.
To those who dwell
in deep folds of shaded valleys,
along crests of worn ridges,
the soft familiar hills of home.
At dusk, I picked all the pears that I could reach.
Last night, the first hard frost.
Today, the air is crisp, the sky cool blue, paled by wispy clouds.
Yesterday, white, blue, and steel grey swirled,
animating the sky, hurrying, destination uncertain.
From across the valley, lumpy snow squalled from the mix,
sifting through cloud gaps like a sheer curtain
eased through an open kitchen window
by a bland summer breeze.
And I remember Eli telling me that an old timer told him:
“In these parts, you have to have as much as you need done for winter by mid-October
…after then, anything can happen “
The cool wet spring turned to Summer on 21 June. Since then, the days have been warm and dry, with very little rain.
The weather for the Fourth of July was stereotypically seasonable; hazy hot, and humid – the hottest spell of the year so far.
Many of us passed the days with music, friends and family.
Agreeable weather also obliges portions of days be spent in fields.
Winter started on schedule this year, settled in comfortably, and kept it’s grip. And now, again as if on schedule, the three foot snowpack diminished, making it’s own way to swell streams.
The geese fly overhead, and the first tremblings of Spring growth reveal themselves.
The incarnation of the Hill Dog transits our lives.
In her wake we are,
Kinder to each other,
Richer in love,
Stronger in faith,
Brighter in spirit.
It’s a beautiful first day of May and the 10th Anniversary of Hill View. As we reflect on the first 10 years and gaze into the future, we send our thanks and appreciation to the clients and friends who have placed their trust in us.
Joy, Peace, Love, Respect
Live it… everyday