Home from near the top of our steep, 1/10-mile-long driveway, before we cleared much of the brush (but not the Deodora Cedars).

Val and I found home in June 2015, around the time we were married. In fact, our realtor Susan found it for us, to our everlasting gratitude. It wasn’t on the market, but she knew that Cade and his partner were thinking about moving to a one-story in Palm Springs. Susan arranged a visit with Val. She fell in love with the place, and so did I when I visited later.

Pool and olive tree on the west side of the house, looking north.

Fireplace at Christmastime, 2016.

David’s home office.

View of Mt. San Gorgonio, looking north from our front door.

The place was built in 1968. The architectural style, we learned, is “Monterey Colonial.” I knew nothing about it until I happened across a paragraph in Kevin Starr’s 2005 California: A History:

Starr wrote about “gentlemen traders” in the “hide and tallow trade in the 1820s and 30s.” The trade involved shipping “manufactured goods to California” from the east coast, “sea otter pelts to China”, then back to California with “Chinese goods to pick up cattle hides and tallow for shipment back to Boston.” One of the “maritime trading elites” in Spanish and later Mexican California was Thomas Oliver Larkin of Massachusetts, recently of Charleston, South Carolina.

Larkin was a “storekeeper and trader,” and a “skilled carpenter … who built the first two-story house in California.” The house combined “adobe walls, a second-story veranda similar to those in Charleston, and a tile roof. The resulting design, subsequently known as Monterey Colonial, in and of itself expressed the fusion of Mexican and Yankee people’s and traits that was occurring up and down the California coast.”

Our place lacks the tile roof and adobe walls, but it has the salt-water pool that Val dreamed of. The pool’s built around a magnificent olive tree that she’s determined to harvest one of these years. We’re on a hilltop at about 3,200′ elevation, chill enough in winter to enjoy the fireplace.

Cade and partner were not connected to the internet. I was relieved to discover that we’re located on the edge of FIOS coverage. Our fast connection allows me to work at home, which I dearly enjoy.

The front of the house faces north, providing a vista of the San Bernardino mountains. At 11,500′, Mt. San Gorgonio dominates the panorama, and always recalls a stout hike to its summit.

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Prescott Anniversary 2016

Prescott Watson Lake kayakPrescott Watson Lake heron HDRPrescott Watson Lake hike 1Prescott Watson Lake hike 2Prescott arts festPrescott PalaceWe discovered Prescott when we passed though on our way home from Sedona back in Fall 2014. A year and a half later we returned for a belated anniversary over Memorial Day weekend. It was a great time, in town and out.

We spent most of Friday at Watson Lake, a century-old reservoir a few miles north of town. A young couple rented kayaks out of the back of a couple trailers.They said the water hadn’t been so calm in weeks. Paddling in and out of the submerged canyons was sublime. I intruded as quietly as we could on the perches of a couple of Great Blue Herons that labored into flight when I ventured too close.

Most surprising was the challenging, scenic 5-mile Lakeshore hike. We were glad to have trekking poles to help clamber up and down the granite dells, following a trail well marked with white painted dots. We found our way back to Val’s car happily tired and sunburned.

Saturday we explored the town. A 19th century mining center and early state capitol, Prescott is proud of the bordello heritage of its downtown Whiskey Row. We shared a couple cool ones at the Palace Saloon, where many patrons were dressed up like extras in the movie Tombstone.

An arts festival occupied the courthouse square. We found many realist paintings of wolves, horse-mounted cowboys, and Grand Canyon landscapes. But even these exceeded expectations.

We found lots of interesting shops, cafes, and old-timey bars. Most of the waitstaff and other folks we met were visiting or transplanted from Phoenix or So Cal. The few genuine locals we met were interested in us new-comers. One young waitress confessed that she dreamed of leaving town for someplace bigger, but worried that she’d be homesick. I’ll sure miss the place, and we’ve only been here a couple of days!

Come Sunday it’s time to head home. Grinning from ear to ear as we wind down state route 89, one of the most interesting drives I’ve found in these parts. We’ll be back to enjoy the rougher-edged, less expensive and less crowded alternative to Sedona.

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Temecula wedding


On May 20, 2015 Valerie and I were married at the Ponte Vineyard Inn  in Temecula CA. We settled on a very small ceremony for her family and closest friends. About an hour before it began our saxophonist Naomi arrived. She played a mix of sacred and secular tunes, including Stevie Wonder’s “Isn’t She Lovely.” Val was, and is!

Her brother Roger, an ordained Adventist clergyman, officiated. He cracked her, me, and everyone up when he introduced the new bride as “Kim” – his own wife’s name.

The wedding was a big deal for Val (her first) and her family. I thought I was playing my part for her sake. To my surprise, I found the exchange of vows a little moving. Also moving were my knees, which shook noticeably, to everyone’s amusement. It was a beautiful day, and evermore a cherished memory.


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Mt. San Jacinto the hard way

DSCN0591Angie Lee looks happy and unruffled at the summit of Mt. San Jacinto. You wouldn’t guess that a half-hour earlier, at the base of the final bouldery scramble to the top, we nearly gave up and turned back.

DSCN0596Our route was the Marion Mountain trail, a relatively short but steep ascent of the west face San J from a trailhead near the town of Idyllwild. We wondered if we’d find snow on the mountain. Although it was only late March, it had been a dry winter. IMG_1321.JPGWe found it alright, starting at about 9000′. At about 10000′ we lost the trail and found ourselves trudging up slope in knee- and hip-deep snow. We struggled to reach the saddle, at the base of the final boulder pile.

Just as we decided to risk a dark descent and turned to summit the peak, we came across a young family – Dad, Mom and two little kids – who appeared to have reached the top in light sneakers and flip flops!

The photos I did take fail to capture the rigors of this route. Much of the trail was littered with tree falls and tumbledown boulders, making the descent especially challenging for sore feet. All the way down I thought of the parents carrying the kids for six tough, steep miles.

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Back to Paso

Quinta do Roxo cottage

Quinta do Roxo cottage

Val and I returned to Paso Robles again this year during the first week of March. One reason I wanted to come back, a big reason, was to revisit our precious rental cottage Quinta do Roxo. It’s owners, who make Roxo port, have restored it lovingly. It has a great kitchen, and is just a five-block walk from downtown.

We came on a mission: to find her a special ring. We found it 20 miles down the road at a special jeweler in San Luis Obispo.

One of many vineyard views along our cycling routes on the west side of Paso.

One of many vineyard views along Adelaide Road on the west side of Paso.

That left plenty of time for outings, including two bike rides, some tennis at a local park, and kayaking in Morro Bay.

Our first ride was a hilly 35-mile loop up Nacimiento Road, clear out to Justin Winery, and back on challenging Peachey Canyon Road. For the second ride, a 27-mile version of roughly the same route, I got smarter. I rode clockwise this time, dispensing with Peachey Canyon at the outset instead of when I was tired.

Kayak view of Morro Rock, Morrow Bay CA

Kayak view of Morro Rock, Morrow Bay CA

Of course we made time to visit wineries. Most memorable were J. Lohr, Turley, Adelaida, and especially Doau. Every bit as delightful was Pasolivo Tasting Room and Olive Mill, where we sampled delectable olive oils.

As soon as I returned home I set about booking Quinta do Roxo for the same week in 2016.What a disappointment to find that the owners had removed it from the rental pool! Ah well, Quercus Acorn Cottage looks to be just as nice, and it’s only a block away.

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Sedona getaway

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Sedona’s a long way from Yucaipa. Four hundred miles seemed an endless drive after a late Saturday afternoon start. But getting far away was the point.

By Sunday morning Val and I were hiking up into Boynton Canyon, entranced by the red rock, the perfect November weather, and the varied vegetation. With trekking poles and light packs we marched from the 2014-11-09 04.08.102014-11-09 22.50.47IMG_0223sunny chaparral into an autumn canopy of yellow aspen near the end of the 6.2-mile out-and-back. Lovely.

Back in town we wandered the shops in search of holiday gifts for family and friends. One shopkeeper shared good advice about where and where not to dine. Sunset found us at L’Auberge, enjoying fine food and wine on the patio beside Oak Creek. The wine is Orrin Swift’s “Papillon.” Swift is best know for the great zin blend “The Prisoner.” Get it?

Monday morning we found a satisfying breakfast at Creekside Cafe (another good recommendation), then pedaled a memorable 39 mile loop through the high desert village of Cornville. We’re at the intersection of Page Springs Road and the 89A in the bike picture. The last 13 miles were the toughest, including a 500-foot climb in a two-mile stretch.

The daylight drive home was beautiful. 89A south through Jerome and Prescott is an amazing mountain drive – unless you’re in a hurry to get home, which we weren’t. The sunset is a view from the car as we traveled back into California on the 10.


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Val’s birthday sail

DSCN0425We celebrated Val’s birthday in late July on the water. I chartered a 36-foot sailboat with a skipper out of Newport Beach. We motored slowly out of the bay, enjoying the spectacle of fabulous waterfront homes and vessels of all manner – from titanic yachts to sailboats to dinghys and even paddle boards. Beyond the bay we quieted the engine and set sail. An overcast sky gave way to brilliant afternoon sun. Before long we found a school of dolphins that frolicked in our wake for a while. It was a magical time, as sails often are. After returned to dock we dined at Sol, a favorite Mexican fusion restaurant. Good times.



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Esri User Conference 5K Run

5k 2014 panorama5k 2014 start5k 2014 ddThe User Conference in July is both the beginning and the culmination of the annual cycle of work at Esri. Intensity builds at headquarters in the weeks and months leading up to the event, which lasts eight days for me and my team and involves more than 15,000 guests and Esri staff. A cherished release near the midpoint of the event is the 5 kilometer footrace that takes place early Wednesday morning. The 2014 route started and finished at the Hilton Bayfront and followed the Embarcadero through the North and South Marina Parks. This year I decided to see how fast I could go. I aimed for 27 minutes, which is not fast but is faster than I’d ever finished before. I started off at a 7-minute mile pace and kept it up until about halfway when I felt a jolt in my left hamstring. I kind of hobbled to the end but still finished under 26 minutes. Fellow runner Rachel snapped my happy and dazed visage at right, where I’m sprawled out near the finish line, stretching my sore leg. The next day my colleague Angie informed me that I’d finished first in my age group. The one and only perk for advancing age.

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Santa Ana River headwaters

IMG_0076 On Friday the 4th of July Val and I hiked up to Big MeadowsIMG_0077, the headwaters of the Santa Ana River. For most of its length, from San Bernardino to Huntington Beach, the Santa Ana is just a ditch that the Corps of Engineers paved and dammed to prevent floods. I often cycle a popular bike path that follows the ditch 20 miles south from San B, passing an incinerator, two landfills and a sewage treatment plant. Up here, at about 7,000 feet elevation on the northern side of the San Gorgonio wilderness, the Santa Ana is a charming creek that flows from a meadow that’s lush even in summer. From the trailhead on Route 38 on the way to Big Bear, it was about an 8.5-mile walk that we covered in a leisurely four hours. The trail was a little hard to follow in places, so we appreciated the signage.



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Return to Happy Valley

IMG_0070This is a view from Leg 4 of the Tussey Mountainback 50-mile relay race course. Whenever I return to State College I make time to return to Rockrock State Forest for a run along one of the fire road trails. This time, on Sunday June 15, the weather was sublime. Great memories of relays here with my teams “Three Feat” and “Built for Comfort.” “Three Feat” (Mark Wherley, Beth Bailey and I) won a first place medal in the standard mixed masters class in 2009. No matter that we were the only competitors in that class.

My excuse for returning was the annual meeting of the Advisory Board of the Penn State Online Geospatial Programs. It was a delight to be with old friends again, to strategize together about the continuing success of the Penn State program, and of course to dine at Zola New World Bistro.

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