Back to Tortugas

It was rather chilly this morning when Becca and I set off around the west side of Tortugas (Tortoise) Mountain.  There were several cars in the Sunset Parking lot, but we didn't see any hikers in the outback.  I did a lot of thinking about literary matters--much to my consternation--but futuring about things you can do nothing about really detracts from living in the here-and-now.  If I'm going to waste time like this the least I can do is get Becca a steno pad so she can take notes for me.