We are all creatures of habit. Many years ago I heard a rut defined as a grave with the ends knocked out. This evening Maggie and I headed off to hike at Sycamore Grove Park. I decided to reverse the loop that we walk through the Nature Study Area. It gave me a different perspective on the beauty of the park on this first day of Spring.
This last picture shows the Veterans Administration Hospital Livermore off in the distance. My Grandfather was treated at this hospital in the early 1940’s before his death. When I see it on my hikes, it always reminds me of him even though I only know him through a few stories shared by my Dad. My Grandfather happened to own a gas station. I guess gear-head is in my genes.