The Tor House Foundation's Fall Festival was once again good fun, from the Friday evening social at Tor House to the Sunday morning poetry walk on Carmel River Beach. Saturday featured, "Once Upon a Sunday," a newly rediscovered film that featured Point Lobos, plus a wonderful new book by Tom Killion.
Michael and I spent the weekend at Sanborne-Skyline County Park, searching along the San Andreas Fault for earthquake evidence and enjoying a pleasant evening hike up the mountainside to Skyline Road.
I joined Michael and his baseball club for their first annual campout at the Pinnacles Campground and got in a great evening hike up to the High Peaks, where I conversed with a pair of ravens at sunset.
Though Robinson Jeffers only visited Big Sur occasionally, yet Big Sur was Jeffers' stage, his backdrop, and even his protagonist. It deserves our attention as Jeffers enthusiasts. Big Sur, in a very real sense, was the rough wild country that Jeffers' Carmel could never be.
Over four months after I broke my foot while crossing the street in San Francisco, I put on my heavy boots and took on Ventana Creek once again.
I ventured off on my 50th birthday to try my healing foot on the Soberanes Canyon trail. The spring flowers and butterflies were out in force. I hiked up along the stream and then down the trail. One of the highlights of the trip was seeing a Lorain's admiral butterfly perched on some similarly reddish poison oak.
This year's conference began with "an emerging scholars workshop," which I dutifully missed, being neither emerging nor a scholar. After that a recital by pianist MaryClare Martin was held at Tor House, featuring Una's newly restored Sterinway.
Carmel Pine Cone, February 3, 1915
“The Carmel golf course is situated south of the village and follows the ocean front from the end of the beach to the mouth of the Carmel river.
“It is a ten hole course which for scenic beauty and interesting natural hazard cannot be surpassed. Philip Wilson, the manager, laid out the course, and his claim is that this course, excepting the old turf, contains better golfing possibilities than any in Scotland.
“A club-house is a feature maintained by the management.”
Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. … I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways. — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. — Henry David Thoreau, Walden