Moss Landing

This weather has been crazy lately. Fortunately nothing like the twisters or floods in the east but it has definitely been an unusually wet and cold spring and early summer. Saturday we relaunched Turrit our 12 foot zodiac after a major engine overhaul. Engines are such a hassle.

The estuary at Moss Landing did not disappoint and was filled with beautiful wildlife including Sea Otters, Harbor Seals, Seal Lions, Sea Gulls, Pelicans, Cormorants and Egrets. The green blue water and soft grassy brown hills made for a great adventure.

 

 

Moss Landing

Backyard Puma

Yesterday Yasaman Shakeri, a biologist from UC Santa Cruz left a note on my door saying a mountain lion she has been studying spent last Monday night in the woods behind my house. The mountain lion, named 16M was thought to have feasted on a young fawn. Today Yasaman, her colleague and I followed the gps coordinates to the site of the meal. Needless to say when you live in the Santa Cruz mountains living with pumas is part of the experience. One I find quite cool.

With Reo, my aussie shepherd’s help, we quickly located the site where 16M ate his young prey. It was sad to see what was left of the young fawn. I have been watching the female deers this spring and the young fawns are a delight to see. I was encuraged to learn that there are thought to be around 80 to 100 pumas in the Santa Cruz mountains and that their survival appears to be stable.

 

16M is seven years old and is a big boy weighing in at over 135 pounds. He has also survived being hit by a car. His territory is quite large and he easily travels more then 20 miles in a day hunting and defending his territory from other male lions. A while back I bought a hunting camera (I don’t hunt) that can be attached to a tree in hopes of capturing pumas, bobcats, coyotes and the like. Now that 16M seems to like my place I’m going to set it back up and hopefully capture a few pics this year.

To learn more checkout the Bay Area Puma Project.

Backyard Puma

SV Grand Prix

Bicycle racing may be a niche sport but I can’t get enough of it. Sunday featured my hometown Grand Prix and it was a great day of racing to watch. Brent asked me, “Dad, why are you not out there?”….”Because son Dad’s not been putting the miles in latetly and its been over 20 years since my last race.” But over the past couple of days I have been thinking about it more. Now that I’m in the over 40+ masters category it could be time to join the peleton again.

SV Grand Prix

The House of Flyod

Fred scored a couple of free tickets to the House of Floyd at Don Quixote’s last Saturday night. After having seen Roger Waters The Wall show a few months back it was great to see a full show featuring all of Floyds best jams including a few Sid Barret songs. The House of Floyd, the band, were incredible. In addition to all the band and backup singers being excellent musicians, the sound of the band was incredibly loud. So loud that my ears rang for two days afterwards. Next time I am going to bring ear plugs.

I’m definitely a groupie now and hope to catch a couple of local shows a year. I only wish Floyd were a more girl friendly band.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The House of Flyod

Slow ride

Cycling has always been a zen experience for me. Starting seriously in high school then as collegiate cyclist in Virginia in a the late 1980’s. Riding for two to four hours in the mountains once or twice a week, really puts me a fine state of mind.

Lately though, instead of hammering up the mountains trying to push every ounce of energy out of my body, I’ve slowed a bit. Not always but once in a couple of rides I’ve started to take it slow. The idea being to slowly, grind up the mountains, and focus more on the experience of being outside…the weather, road, the new spring plant life.

I still testing this slow theory, not sure if its just an excuse to not ride so hard, or is it really ok to ride slow sometimes.

FYI, I am a huge fan of this small Italian Racing Mirror on my left bar. It makes it much easier to ride in the center of the road most of the time without wondering if there is car behind me.

Slow ride