Hot Motorcyclists on Road, Moaning Foghorns at Sea

For some reason there were a bunch of really fast, really good motorcyclists on Hwy One last night. Not in a bunch, but one by one. One guy passed me (over double line) like a rocket. Zoom! Out of sight in a blink. Another passed me, then took the corner leaning halfway off the bike. They were at one with their bikes, and at high speed.

   The fog was creeping in from the ocean and every foghorn was going off, all different tones, like they were talking together. Moaning. One night, I slept in my truck down by the Palace of Fine Arts, close to the GG bridge, and the foghorns were astoundingly deep and loud. Window rattlers. Somehow comforting.

  Yesterday Lew told me he went for a run by a local creek, heard splashing, and came around the corner to see a huge female salmon spawning, and 3 males jockeying for insemination position. Pretty good for such scant recent rainfall.

   This garden figure along my hike last night.

2 Responses to Hot Motorcyclists on Road, Moaning Foghorns at Sea

  1. Anonymous says:

    sounds like a good drive – both for you and the motorcyclists…

    hey, ran accross this, if you thought your tiny house "small" book was little have a gander at this

  2. That piece of yard art is Kokopelli and you see it a lot in the Hopi Native American tradition. From Wikipedia, "Kokopelli is a fertility deity, usually depicted as a humpbacked flute player (often with feathers or antenna-like protrusions on his head), who has been venerated by some Native American cultures in the Southwestern United States. Like most fertility deities, Kokopelli presides over both childbirth and agriculture. He is also a trickster god and represents the spirit of music."

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