And lovely music. The below is Alain Thébault’s L’Hydroptère and the nautical mile speed sailing record yacht in SF Bay. Shot simply to relate unbelievable speed:
Percy Shelley’s Ozymandias
Sailing to Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
An old story…. of big changes. The impact of the auto on community, life. I will let it stand alone:
The below is reprinted from an old blog I managed for Wilbur Hot Springs, which is physically a few hours north of San Francisco. It’s a 100% off grid hot springs and hotel / resort-ish / glamping / camping
Akin to this ancient post about me ski gliding the alps, it is assured that the person in that post would also summit the Matterhorn.
Because that is what that person would do.
Our little guy, charming sweet prince, rapscallion and profoundly adorable best friend, Pavlov, has dispatched this mortal coil at 8.20p, 16th August 2014. He was healthy until the last two weeks
*I wrote most of the words, except where noted. I shamelessly cribbed all these anon pics from the internet and I am sorry. If you see this and want credit for anything, let me know.
I think a conversation about the two America’s would be healthy.
I am 38, and my 14 1/2 year old terrier, Pavlov, is very ill. I’ve had him his whole life. =) His 14.5 bday is August 14th.