Have I gone a full 12 days with nothing to say? Some weeks are like that... Yesterday was a day well spent: BIking in the morning through the park to the beach, then lazing in the sun, then I took the bus up to Mill Valley and biked aroung in the hills there, then down to Sausalito. I went back to the city via the ferry and sat in the bow with a gin and tonic watching San Francisco float to me.

Last weekend was a bit of a debacle. TheMt. Shasta Debacle: I came down with a horrendous bout of mountian sickness about half way up the mountain which stunted our summit attempt at a place called Helen Lake. Jeff helped me off the mountain. I could have perished had I not descended immeditely. Rather scary event, next time I'll make a point of acclimating to the altitude beforehand.

The Ascent