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Do you know the way to San Jose?

Recently I’ve learned two ways to get there. Hop on a plane and fly. It’s a short flight from Denver, barely long enough to justify spending time with security checks and baggage claim. Alternatively, it’s a 20-hour drive on I-80. Head west. If you land in the ocean, you’ve gone too far. Before then, turn south.


San Jose, California, map

Flying I encountered rolling luggage, hurried travelers, and a packed plane. I read and dozed, clueless about the terrain we flew over. Driving I saw Laramie, Rawlins, and Rock Springs, Wyoming; Park City and Salt Lake City, Utah; Elko, Winnemucca, and Reno, Nevada; and Donner Pass, Truckee, and Sacramento, California. In the car, I read and dozed, observing the mountains, snow, rain, blowing leaves, prong-horn antelopes, sheep, salt flats, and the Mothball Fleet (Suisun Bay Reserve Fleet).

Which way to San Jose is better? Depends on the point of the trip. Do I want speed or adventure? Both are good choices. Fortunately, I experienced both.

Which way do you prefer to travel to San Jose?

(My recent move to San Jose prompted this blog. New adventures await.)

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The familiar and the rare


Yesterday we finished our trip to Yellowstone and the Tetons. This nearly annual trek teaches me something every time. This year’s lesson was that there’s beauty in the everyday, familiar things I live surrounded by  (horses, cows, goats, and alpacas) and the exotic that I see less often. I get excited when I see what lives near me and love having them around. When I drove to school in Denver, there was a flock of sheep I came to expect every fall. Its presence made my heart happy.

Visiting Yellowstone and the Tetons, I anticipate wilder, less familiar animals. This year pronghorn antelope, elk, coyote, buffalo, a mama black bear and her cub, and two moose blessed us with their presence.

David drives while I scan the roadside.  Over the years, we’ve developed a code for him to slow down without running off the road when I squeal. Safety first. Bear are harder to find, and it’s been years since we’ve seen a moose. This year was a bonanza.

Some of the best things in life are worth searching for and waiting until we find them. I appreciate the ordinary and love the occasional sprinkles of the rare. All in all, a great trip.

What are your ordinary and rare sightings?



Moose near Moose, Wyoming

Black Bear near Colter Bay in Grand Tetons

Black Bear near Colter Bay in Grand Tetons

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