At the Crest September 23, 2015

I come to Pi via Lucas Valley Road, then Nicasio Valley Road, then Point Reyes-Petaluma Road heading west.  I cross north over the colorfully painted bridge, intersect with Route 1, and turn right.  In a few yards, as the cypress trees that hug the western edge thin out, I spy my home, patiently waiting for me.  At the road’s crest, I peer ahead to make sure the way is clear before slipping across the oncoming lane and crunching onto the eucalyptus-pod strewn shoulder near my gate.  I get out of the car, let the breeze sweep across me and the sun sink into me, and take in my first whiff of the pasture air.  Each time, I am in awe and I am grateful.