Mt. Diablo’s redeeming views
When I stepped out of the car at the Mount Diablo summit parking lot, my heart sunk. In a thicket of clouds dense with drizzle, the racing wind ripped my just-opened car door from my hand. The wind chill must have been in the low 30s; a brisk morning for mid-May.
The ‘Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done’ Club
I wonder when I'll finish the last hardest thing I'll ever do?
That Little Something That Makes You Smile When You Come Home
What's an easy and inexpensive way to add
