Walt Crawford, August 20, 2014, Morgan Territory Regional Preserve
That’s me. By now, some of you may have seen smaller versions of that picture in various social media (Friendfeed, Facebook, Google+, Twitter), or the same version on my personal web page.
Technically, “Morgan Territory Regional Preserve” may be wrong–the picture may have been taken in the Los Vaqueros Watershed. We were hiking on the Whipsnake Trail, which is in both areas. It’s where the hiking group I usually spend Wednesday mornings with was a week ago.
When my wife saw the picture (one among several dozen posted as a “report” on the hike) she said it was a good one. I requested a copy from the photographer (Bill Leach, another hiker) and have now replaced my older picture with this one wherever I’m aware of an icon, avator or other picture appearing. (I’m sure I’ve missed one or two and will get to them when I see them.)
The previous picture was also from a hike, oddly enough also in Morgan Territory, but from two or three years ago. It replaced a considerably older picture.
I like using a current picture because it feels honest. (That this one is a really good picture doesn’t hurt.) It’s how I really look at very nearly 69 years old. I suppose I should have a snazzy younger picture ready for an eventual obituary (and actually we may have the perfect picture–oddly enough, not all that old), but I hope that’s a long ways away. I’ve seen enough authors and others who somehow never age in their publicity pictures; I’m not them, although I understand the urge.
Why am I posting this on a Wednesday morning when I should be on a hike? I just didn’t feel like it today; I probably skip one hike out of every four or five, either because of location (there’s one area I just don’t care for) or other reasons. (For those who know the east bay, today’s hike is also partly in Morgan Territory, but in a very different part of it–it’s a Finley Road hike, partly in Mount Diablo State Park, partly in Morgan Territory, with a little too much walking to get to and from the trailhead because there’s no parking anywhere nearby.)
One other note: Yes, that is a cheap floppy gardening hat rather than a snazzy Panama hat or other hiking hat. Why? Because I have a fat head, and this gardening hat is big enough to fit it. Most hats don’t.
No deeper meaning here.