A
walk
in
Auburn
Ravine,
near
Forresthill Bridge,
with Carol,
via
taking
in
one
of
her
performances,
with Kate,
at a local Ward. On the way up, through Sacramento, disaster grazes -- rather than strikes. Amidst stopped traffic in a narrow two-lane construction zone (oh, rather that we had chosen the adjacent right lane beyond the barrier, which continued to move smoothly), a car comes roaring up from behind, brakes burning and squealing, semi-fishtailing. Miracle of miracles: easing our vehicle to the extreme right, the errant auto sails through the just-barely-wide enough gap in the middle formed by the transport to the left of us moving to the opposite extreme. Bang! A horrific sound, but only our driver's-side mirror is compromised... indeed, shattered... but well-built enough such that the framework simply snaps back into place sometime down the road. An exchange of information follows, and we hope that the not-completely-observant driver will satisfy all debts...
After the healthful hike, a conconclusion down the scenic Auburn Ravine Old Road
near Confluence (North / Middle Forks of the American River) and the No-Hands Bridge,
returning to prepare publication of the flute-piano Mary Variations: VI. Monteverdi Mary,
over rapt / wrapped videos, on the just-barely 27th day of summer, high 71 (a decidedly chillier 62 during the stroll), with a trace of rain: .01 (with March 11's [!!] .09, a total of only .1 for the month, and 15.94 since July 1)...
