There's nothing like hitting the ground running. Flying from the West Coast to the East Coast takes more time than it should. Somewhere in there I lost three hours. Oh well, I stole three on the way out, so we're all even.
Clouds and thunderstorms last night were a welcome change from the cloudless desert, although I certainly enjoyed the west. And it was great to hear some familiar noises as I awoke today, the robins nesting outside my window calling out relentlessly just before dawn. In a way, I'll miss the Steller's jay that woke me up each day out in Tahoe.
Apart from the ridiculous rise in gas prices - 28 cents in a week??? - the most obvious changes I can see are the trees being completely leafed out and the warblers having arrived in full force. I walked the old macadam road beyond gate 10 today, in the old naval ammunition depot, in search of a few species. In the process, I bumped into more than a dozen people, including a couple of friends.
One of the nicest changes I felt more than noticed. I'm back at sea level, and the breathing is good. As I took in the sights and sounds, I took the time to take some deep breaths. I certainly could get used to living "at altitude," but for the moment, I'm glad I'm home.
Time: 66 minutes.
New species: (Birds) hooded warbler, cerulean warbler, red-eyed vireo, bay-breasted warbler, American redstart, chestnut-sided warbler, magnolia warbler, black-throated blue warbler, Lincoln's sparrow (210); (Wildflowers in bloom) Jack-in-the-pulpit (22).
Stranger hellos: 13 (249).
What else is going on: Mother's Day! Surprised both my wife and my mother-in-law with gifts; called my mom; mowed the lawn (yes, dear); Captains Guide, Captains Guide, Captains Guide! Worked on three other magazine articles.