We discovered the MOST amazing place yesterday on a dog outing. Sibley Volcanic Regional Preserve, part of the East Bay Regional Parks, practically just behind where we live (literally on the other side of the hill from the lodge we got married in last year), it’s this huge beautiful space for walkin’ in.
It’s an old volcano, so the geology of the place is fascinating. And were I twelve years old with a fresh, curious mind, I would have been fascinated by the igneous and the whatsamacallneous, but I am old and my brain is full of things like property taxes and flax-seed oil, so I could only walk and marvel at the view and the cute, cute dogs and remark at all these loose rocks that, hey, might be volcanic!
It was all misty and damp, spitting a promise of rain, and the green hills rolled around us. We stood on the county line, looking from Oakland to Orinda. Cows graze up there (and you can still have dogs off-leash! Yay East Bay Regional!), although we didn’t see any. Clara was disappointed.
Only one bad thing happened — we climbed to the highest point to get the best view. We stood next to a barbed wire fence and oohed and ahhed. Then I noticed Clara was on the WRONG SIDE of the barbed wire. She’d gone through a few feet away, where the fence was more open. I called her, thinking she’d come back the same way, but she’s a smart border collie, and came back the most direct route, right THROUGH the fence. Her nose got stabbed, and started bleeding, rather alarmingly. We grabbed her (she didn’t seem to notice anything amiss) and examined her — it was only a puncture wound, but ohmygod, did it bleed.
It bled right into her mouth and then dripped out, onto the her white chin and the ground and made her look absolutely vicious. She ran happily ahead and greeted several people while Lala hollered, "Barbed wire! Nose! She’s fine!" It stopped bleeding within minutes, and today we can’t even find the damage, but it was alarming.
But blood aside, it’s as close to Brigadoon as the East Bay gets. The Redwood Regional Park, Leona Canyon, the Chabot area, those areas are wonderful, but they’re so full of trees that block the view (I guess some people like that sort of thing) and undergrowth that includes a ton of poison oak. Sibley is open, rolling, green, almost poison-oak free. The views are amazing. It’s right behind Montclair. It’s just about perfect.
It is a day off for me, and I have SO much to do. I have an acupuncture appointment (hooray!) and a meeting with the new dog walker (who trained with Cesar Millan — no matter what you think of his methods, that man is so cute), and I’m possibly watching the godkid Dylan, and tonight we’re having dinner with an Unraveled friend who is going to Venice soon and wants the scoop. Lala got new 501’s that she shrunk to fit, so I sent a hot-lookin’ wife off to work and then made muffins, and life is good at the Hehu house.
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