I will have some pictures of the trip up shortly. In the meantime, I am back and I am confronting my agenda, which is daunting, considering that yesterday I was communing with the big fat seals who hang out under the Santa Cruz wharf. They were sleeping and communicating, sharply, then sleeping some more. Perhaps yet another lesson to absorb from our brothers and sisters, the animals? Sleep. Bark. Sleep. Bark. Repeat as needed.