Wake up to news of the Silver Fire (no information as to whence the name, or who and on what authority bestows it) raging on either side of Riverside 243 (a southern perimenter to Poppet Flat Road -- appropriately taking the name from the singular of the US Geo Topo), traversed three times last week, in the similar interval after the Mountain (ditto) to the south.
All this only seven years after the Esperanza debacle of 2006 -- fire ecosystem, indeed...
On the home front,
leave for points west and south,
financially speaking first to
DVC,
then
over
the Bridge to
Marin,
errands,
post-box
renewal,
north
on
101
to
Novato Toyota (temporarilly relocated to the adjacent Kia) scheduling standard maintenance,
then a long,
crazy pull back:
first, west on
Atherton
and
Novato Boulevard,
past
the largest
California bay trees on the planet,
the
artificial
Stafford
Lake,
isolated oaks,
Hicks
Valley
on
the
Point Reyes
Petaluma Road,
over
the
divide
to
San
Antonio,
D Street
in
Petaluma,
across the drawbridge, Lakeville Road,
Frates
to Adobe,
116 through the Sonoma Mountains and
into
the
Valley,
Arnold and
Watmaugh to 12,
turning east at the new light,
ascending
the
surreal Mayacamas of vineyards
(Clover-)
Stornetta
Dairy,
Napa
Road
the
Border
Barns
with
vistas
of the Vacas,
Domaine Carneros,
River Bridge and
Eucalyptus Row,
the Wine Guy,
four-lane construction in Jamison Canyon,
featuring rather aesthetic roadcuts
knifing
through the
oakish
slopes,
I-80 past the
Fairfield Pyramids,
Poverty Hills, and
South Lagoons. Whew!
Enlightening
movies at home with Harriet, the tension of the guest atmosphere mercifully subsiding a bit (a call to a youngster north has evidently effected change amongst the reverse heirarchy of these almost-relatives), with a seventh page done for the performance edition of The Twelve Fingers: XII. March, and an eighth score-study system re Kurt Weill's String Quartet No. 1: I . -- high 82 again (continuing this trend of similar-digit days) on the 138th day of summer (San Rafael analogue, 78).
