The Trinidad Trek

A sunny day, windy even on the Head until just about here, the last ocean side panorama just short of the summit.  Also where my camera batteries gave out.  But not my batteries--I made it to the summit again this year.  I mean, there were five year olds that did as well so it's not Mount Everest.  And I did resent the folks running up the trail.  But I enjoyed the climb and the various views, the greens and blues, the lights and darks, the smells of the trees and bushes, and especially a delicately lit bower near the summit where a bird sang to me.  It was either "Happy Birthday" or "Move Along, Nothing to See Here."