Palm Springs tram to San Jacinto peak (11 miles + 2,300’ gain, all above 8,500 feet)

[caption id="attachment_1668" align="aligncenter" width="252"]San Jacinto Tram Tram Over San Jacinto[/caption] Palm Springs Tram - Photo by Don Graham Flickr When I hike I don’t stop to pick any buttercups. Hiking up I don’t get passed very often. I was really surprised when two charming young girls caught me. I usually hike alone so having companions would have been fun. But the taller gal, the frequent marathoner, motored away right away. Dutifully; the young gal stayed with me for a mile before sprinting to the peak. On the summit we shared the view and chatted a few minutes; but then it was TIME! Running down I less often get passed. To reduce the chance, I bolted while the ladies were fussing with their gear. Halfway down the hill I was still fresh and making really good time but I hadn’t seen a person or a sign in thirty minutes and the trail had flattened out then disappeared. A trail in the forest is not hard to follow if you’ve already hiked it, but not if you are going the opposite way and you didn’t take the time to look back or read the signs. When I tried to retrace my steps I saw many trails, most of which I tried; some twice. None were helpful. My orientation was completely scrambled. An overnight stay was looming large. An hour later the shadows were shouting, “This is feeding time for cougars.” I wondered if the one who got me would consider me special or just food. And what would he or she do with my new state-of-the-art cell phone and running shoes, or the T-shirt and shorts I would otherwise need for warmth during the night.

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Three Cars What Kind of Car Are You? Our emotions play a huge part in everything we buy. The objects we buy are icons for the feelings we expect to get from having them. Our cars can feed our egos, entertain us, reward us and help us in everything we do. While they tell others what we would like them to assume about us we also use them to tell ourselves how we are doing. Even those who shun self-analysis can have fun analyzing themselves through the cars they drive, notice or wish they had. How well have your cars aligned with where your life was while you had them. The purchase of a new or different car often signals your entry into a new chapter in your life.
  • Of the cars you’ve owned or driven a lot, what car was the most “YOU” or least “YOU” at the time?
  • Which car best describes the way you perceived yourself on the way to where you are?
  • What kind of car would your friends say you were most like?
  • What car would they say you are most like now?
  • Which of your cars would you most like to own today?
  • Which of the cars you’ve owned holds the most sentimental value to you?