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When I spied some birds hunting in the shallows, of course I had to stop. The light reflected off the glistening mud flats might look like ...

“You could walk.” On Tuesday, volunteering to support advance packet pick-up for this year's Turkey Trot, those words came back to me . ...

I'd gone to sleep last night nearly certain that our Thursday morning bike ride was not likely to happen. A big storm (“ bomb cyclone ”)...

With my legs complaining during yesterday's hike , I wasn't sure I would want to hike today, and I certainly wasn't up for the ...

Expecting little color in the landscape this time of year, I was surprised to find something bright—a flower that was new to me. I had expla...

It was 37°F when I woke up; my neighbors' rooftops were frosted. Perhaps registering for the first session of “Raptor Fest” today wasn...

Some months ago, my chief biking buddy observed that it had been a long time since we'd biked up Old Santa Cruz Highway. I noted that th...