Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at email@example.com to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
This iconic Valley Oak is the first impressive sight upon parking at the Table Mountain trail heads, that is, for people who look upward. I must admit, I usually start off by looking at the ground as there are many species of wildflowers blooming right at the edges of the parking lot. I showed many of these in the first few Table Mountain Posts.
As I said in an earlier post, we were looking for Phantom Falls, but got lost. At first we thought this was Phantom Falls, but n closer inspection found that it was not.
A closer view shows the cave behind the base of the falls, a formation to similar to that at Phantom falls, but much smaller.
We managed to hike down to the brink of the falls and I took this photo facing upstream.
At one of the many small streams we crossed, we looked for Newts.
In the flat "table" country between creek canyons, this is a typical scene. Concentric rings of flowers surrounding the drying up puddles from the last rains.
I labelled this photo "Table Mountain Icons" as it shows many different species of wildflowers blooming in a relatively small space. In places, there are acres and acres of this sort of scene.
In one of the small woodlands between the vast open areas, the cattle gather for shade, water, and a scratching post.
Here' s Greg standing at the brink of one of the many deep canyons that cut through the mountain.