the snake won

we stopped in big sur for some hiking and spent the night in a cabin. it was beautiful, obviously, but after all that washington green it felt noticeably drier—sunny, dusty, and a little more determined to scratch you.

then i almost stepped on a snake.

not saw a snake from a pleasant, educational distance. almost put my foot on a snake. i could not anymore after that. my hiking career was over for the day.

so we retired to the cabin with a bottle of wine and pizza and watched our stories on the ipad. nature had made its point; indoor entertainment restored order.