Word-hoard
Sublunary: beneath the moon, earthly

Listening to: Obscurity Knocks by Trashcan Sinatras

Spent the weekend with my friend over in Nevada - with a few stops, it took under 5 hours to get there. I frigging love living in the Bay Area.

Craig's the photographer in our family, but here are a couple of snaps that I took:


This is from Hwy 88, at about 7,000 feet. Way in the distance are the Big Valley (AKA San Joaquin) and the Diablo range.


This is, I believe, just past the 8,000 mark on Kit Carson Pass.

One of the things I love about the Sierra is that they're made of granitic batholith. Mostly because I like to say "batholith". Sounds like someone with a lisp is trying to say "basilisk".