It’s been a while since I’ve courted a confrontation with Tutti, the snarling female Doberman Pinscher who roams unrestrained on Laurel Road. A relative, possibly distant, of Tutti's Feeling unproductive and in need of some attitude adjustment, I decided a bike ride was in order. Owing to a limited number of options, I thought . . . → Read More: Dog Owner Annoyed by Cyclist 
Finally found what appears to be a decent nearby beach: Sunset State Park in Watsonville. We were there last weekend for one of the local father-daughter social organization’s scheduled group campouts. The set of attributes that make Sunset State Beach attractive includes its relative cleanliness, the $10 day-use fee and its position on the Monterey . . . → Read More: Beach Bounty and the Father-Daughter Social Org. 
Maybe I thought I knew what Yosemite was about from a lifetime of viewing Ansel Adams’ photographs. Not quite. Yosemite Valley, Yosemite National Park After our first family visit – over three days and two nights in Yosemite Valley last month – my summary judgment is that the state parks we explored and have . . . → Read More: Yosemite 
If you had told me 20 weeks ago — that’s five months back — that our first- and second-graders would still be playing basketball in mid April in the Los Gatos Recreation league, soldiering on through a 10-game season stretched almost interminably over 15 weeks, and that attitudes would have remained positive, I would have . . . → Read More: Putting a Bow on Youth League Hoops Sergio Garcia has an infected fingernail. Beware the injured golfer. Go Sergio! 
Yeah, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we’re going to the roadhouse We’re going to have a real Good time Every town should have a road house. The kind of place where you can pull in, have a . . . → Read More: Roadhouse Blues 
In an effort to make amends for two winters worth of sometimes conscientious, often sporadic but ultimately less-than-consistent wood stockpiling, I’ve redoubled efforts to locate downed trees that are either ready to cut, stack and burn or need a year of seasoning. As I near the completed sectioning of one downed and ready-to-burn tree, I’m . . . → Read More: Hauling Wood: The Netzer Coefficient 
The sweetness of spring: Warm, clear skies and more afternoon daylight. When I lived back east, the underlying beauty of the big March ski trip was that there was a built-in cushion, a way to move quickly beyond the post-vacation blues. That’s because as soon as the vacation came to end, in mid or . . . → Read More: Spring Training and Spring Cleaning: Baseball & Poison Oak 
Hype or hope: those who read the meteorological models are calling for more than a few feet of mid-March snow. If I managed or marketed a ski resort, the standard for a superior month of snowfall would be the 100-inch mark. It’s a nice, fat round number and would seem to be the magical . . . → Read More: The Magic of the Hundred-Inch Month While we live in the Redwood forest, it is madrone, another hardwood, that is fetishized. Redwoods get the headlines; madrone gets the respect. I had heard this from some skilled mountain types — guys who cut, split and stack their own — but before I truly came to embrace the idea I suppose I had . . . → Read More: When Madrone Trumps the Mighty Redwood |
Robert is a writer, marketing consultant, entrepreneur and former editor and publisher who has recently relocated to Los Gatos and the Santa Cruz Mountains. The opinions expressed here by him and other contributors are their own.
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