December 28, 2021
Rose shocking late, for me. Drove to the Rice Pinnacle trailhead, which by reason of vacation and fine weather was packed. Had to hover for a parking space. I took a trail not taken before, to the right of the main (and partially paved) one. A near constant barrage of mountain bikes made it a walk rather than an actual wilderness experience. Off to the right of the trail someone had created a sylvan fetish with carved face and clothing and dangling dreamcatchers. People shot by on their bikes at such speed that I may have been the only one who noticed, though the presence hung no more than 100 yards from the rail opening.
Escrow weirdness causes my mortgage to go up $300 a month. I don’t even call for an explanation.
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