The break was certainly everything I wished for - peaceful, quiet, being surrounded by lovely people, with some faces from the past including Amy, Luke, Jessamyn and Sarah. The weather was bright and clear, mornings well below freezing that turned into sunny days, the endless blue sky turning into the dense starry darkness you just don't get in the city. I slept plenty - even until seven thirty once, which only ever happens at Christmas these days - read more than I usually have time for, did some non-strenuous hiking, washed some dishes, cleaned at the bath-house, cooked breakfast, listened to and told stories, watched hawks floating overhead, played with rocks, and did not hurry anywhere.
Of course I took photographs, although I was a little hampered by only taking one memory card down; I had to restrain myself for the last couple of days. Here is a selection, and I will probably post more here later on.
|The echo han|
|Bright sunshine on the sandstone of the Church Creek trail|
|A picture I have failed to capture well in years gone by|
|On the women's side of the bath-house|
|Densho and striker|
|Never got this view to work before|
|A little way up the road|
|On the Church Creek trail|
|Above the first lookout on the road, looking towards Flag Rock|
|The walkway from the zendo to the kitchen|
|New moon over the Three Treasures|