Our Blog: Thoughts from the Path

The Thing About Walking

A while back, we had a blog post that used the term, “I lose myself and find myself,” relating to the experience of being outside for a walk.  The other day, listening to Garnette Cadogan, author and walker, speak about walking, I heard him say, “I lose myself and find myself.” Screeching to a halt, “Wait, What??? Really?” Could it be that this man totally relates to walking the way I do? I wanted to know more. The race was on to try to find a way to write to him and talk to him about it.

Here’s the thing about walking: most of us walk, many of us walk and run for

West County Trail

We use this particular trail when we want to go easy and be transported by sweetness of cutting through farmlands and open space. We always begin our walk across from the Post Office in downtown Graton, an easy meeting place.  If we walk from Graton to Forestville, we’ll cover four miles.

We’ll pass through farms, vineyards, and open spaces. Our first jump off the trail happens when we walk west less than a quarter of a mile along Green Valley Road, but once we drop back on the trail, we cross the bridge and enter the wetlands. The temperature seems to drop under the trees and we are greeted by bird song and buzzing pollinators. We’ve spotted bobcats, quails, mourning

A Walk at Point Reyes

The land jutting out between Tomales Bay and the Pacific Ocean feels as if you’re walking on a land bridge carved by time, whale songs and sky.

When you first see a Tulle Elk, especially if you’re use to smaller and more delicate ungulates like our local mule deer, your mind might wander to more substantial creatures. Camel, you might think. The the real treat of walking in Pt Reyes in that you’re in a reserve and the animals know it. It’s easy to see a coyote, fox, weasel, and an array of raptors on any given day. Likely the moment you have parked you will have seen something miraculous; owl pellets under a cypress tree, a fox peering past you, a raven cutting the sharp wind, the low flying Northern Harriers, who the old timers affectionately call Swamp Hawks. You might also see scientists, naturalists and professional photographers.

A New Sense of Belonging

I am your average woman in her early fifties. I work full time and love what I do, but not how much I do it. I have been on the same street in my peaceful neighborhood for more than 15 years, I know my neighbors well.  I have a comfortable home that even feels spacious now that my children have moved out, but there is a silence some days that I don’t easily recognize. Over the years, my friends have married, had children, some divorced, some widowed, all at different times. None of us stayed in sync with our life stages like we once thought we would. I never thought that I would one day be faced with a common yet unspoken dilemma for women my age- I was lonely and to be honest, I was feeling a little trapped.