
Where does the time go? This past Sunday, Randy and I celebrated a perfect dozen...of years married, that is. Randy and I celebrated in the same way as so many of our previous anniversaries, camping (1st - Julia Pfieffer Burns & Limekiln State Parks, 2nd - Kings' Canyon National Park , 3rd - Yellowstone & Grand Tetons National Parks, 4th - Kings' Canyon with 10 week old Audrey, 5th - Yosemite National Park, 10th - Yosemite again). This year we went to Henry W. Coe State Park. HWCSP is located southeast of San Jose, on 87,000 acres of grassy foothills. We drove into the campground Friday night and quickly set up our tent and our cribbage board. As the sun went behind the hills we enjoyed watching the wildlife come out of the oak groves, deer, a small coyote, and some raccoons. What we enjoyed even more was watching the 3 high school boys (dropped off for the weekend by their moms) in the campsite next to us freak out at the approaching raccoon, and chase him away with their crazy noises, hand motions, and freshly wittled "spears". After a few attempts, the boys retreated to their tent when the raccoon reared up on his hind legs and hissed at them. We chuckled as we saw a flashlight shine through their tent window at every little noise, well into the night. The next morning we headed out early on a trail to explore the park. We picked a 6.2 mile loop that took us past the monument to Henry W. Coe, Frog Lake, along the Middle Ridge, and back via Fish Trail (which crosses three seasonal creeks, all of which were already dry for the summer season). It's a good thing we started at 8 a.m. since the hike was harder and hotter than we'd anticipated. When you were in the sun, you were surrounded by dry weeds up to your waste that radiated the heat. When you were in the shade, you were keeping your eyes peeled for poison oak. And who needs switchbacks? Apparently, the trailblazers at HWCSP didn't. Randy and I sighed as we'd come into view of yet another ridge, and then another trail headed straight up it!

We made it back to the campsite by 1 p.m. to rest in the shade and rehydrate with lots of water for the rest of the afternoon. For dinner, we shared a wonderful meal of local fare, grilled steaks from a cow raised around the corner at CSUFresno, squash and onions grown at CSUF sauteed in butter (made from milk by CSUF cows), corn grown at CSUF, and a Cabernet Sauvignon from J.Lohr wineries in the Napa Valley. After dinner we walked up to the Visitors' Center to hear a Ranger program. As we were sitting on a bench, waiting to go in, sipping the last of our wine and watching the sun slip behind the hill, Randy said, "We could do this. You know, be a couple that are volunteer park rangers after they retire and live up in the middle of God's creation, teaching others about wildlife and such." I nodded in agreement. And while we're still pondering that thought, an old man in a forest-green shirt, khaki shorts that revealed his trim, muscular legs, leather belt and hiking boots (easily in his 80s) slowly makes his way down the stairs to open up the door for the program. We follow him inside and he introduces himself, "Hello, I'm Winslow. This is my wife Anne," he points to a short, portly woman in the back that is resting her legs up on a chair, "and we've been volunteer rangers in this park since 1970." Randy and I stole a sideways glance and smile at each other as Volunteer Ranger Winslow began his slideshow about the 2007 Lick Fire that swept through most of the park. During the 45-minute talk we learned not only about the fire but the research currently ongoing to track the regeneration of many plant species. It was really interesting, and made us want to come back and visit in the spring, when all the grass is green and the wildflowers are in bloom. We exited the talk just in time to see the beautiful colors from the sunset. We didn't take a picture that does justice to the gorgeous views from the park at nighttime. From the west side of the hill you overlook the lights of Gilroy to the south, and the lights of the South Bay to the north. Add in the quiet breeze, and it's a pretty perfect summer evening!

Well, unwilling to brave a second day of hiking, we woke up, ate breakfast, and packed up our gear to head down the hill. We spent the day meandering through the farm lands in and around Gilroy, then Hollister. We loved driving through the wide, open spaces...complete with signs to let you know they're open...just in case you didn't notice. We stopped in at
Swank Farms for a look around and purchased some local Rasberry honey. We went in search of "a family farm that has you-pick berries and apples and sells home-made pies" that I vaguely remembered from a magazine article. After punching in numerous possibilites to our GPS, and stopping in a store to browse the yellow pages, we asked a local in another farm and he knew what we were talking about. However,
Gizdich Ranch was about an hour drive further away from home and we were already nearing lunchtime. That's OK...it'll make for a good trip in the fall for their Apple Butter Festival.

We found a yummy taqueria (Alegria Taqueria) in Hollister for lunch before heading home. But we had to stop for another bite to eat at Cutija's in Los Banos before making our weekend complete. We thoroughly enjoyed showering up, feeling clean, and sitting in a cold movie theater to watch Star Trek that night as well!
Thank you to Grandma Arlene, the McNeely family, Bergen family, and Wiens family for helping out with the kids while we were away. And thank you to my friend Melody for watching the house and Lucy for the weekend as well! And MY biggest thank you goes to my husband, Randy, for making the last 12 years of my life absolutely fantastic! You give me more love than I deserve, and make me laugh on the days when I need it the most. I am so amazed and grateful that God let us meet...15 years ago this June! I love being married to Randy! And I pray that God will give us many more years to come.