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Oakland. (January)

This pandemic is forcing all of us to slow down... it's also allowing me time to process the last couple of months of go-go-go. In January I traveled to Oakland for a memorial for my sweet friend's dad, George. I traveled by myself to California, rented a car and drove to one of the cutest little Californian towns I had ever seen - shout out to Danville! Thank goodness I had rented a car because check-in wasn't until 4PM, so after landing I had about five hours to putter around. One of the first things I like to do when traveling somewhere new is look at a map and identify and large green spots (parks, wildlife refuges, hiking trails, etc) and spend some time wandering around. This little practice is how I came about Las Trampas Regional Wildlife Park.


This wildlife park is a meeting a multiple fault lines which creates very cool rock formations, gorgeous gullies filled with madrona trees (It reminded me a lot of my Grandma's backyard in Medford), and really fertile grassy areas for free roaming cows, also known as my new running partners! I also saw a wild boar, but I chose not to run with him... he looked a little bit angsty.


It was such a sad reason to gather in California, but I'm so grateful for a friend like Morgan, who I know would travel for me and my family, and that I got to go on a beautiful long run in a new place.

This song played at George's memorial and I have had it stuck in my head since. I feel like I grew up knowing this some somehow and since the memorial it's been on my mind on every single run.


"Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!


But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!"