Rolling in to Summer

It was a hot weekend.  Early Spring hot, with just a few wisps of fog around the bridge.  The Marin side is in full bloom, and while we were resting at the top of the hill from Ft Baker we saw a hummingbird.  One of my group, a mother from outside London, had never seen a live hummingbird and was in a state of awe.  They are miracles, and small, impossible things.  When you see them everyday you forget.  When you’re with someone who has never seen one, it helps you remember.

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