I went hiking with my daughter Saturday morning up Shell Ridge in Walnut Creek, mostly to nab some tadpoles in one of the ponds. Within just a few minutes of walking on the trail, I happened to look up in my daughter’s path.
Ten yards away was the biggest rattlesnake I’ve ever seen, coiled and not about to budge.
Usually you think snakes stay off the trails, especially since so many people were out with dogs and on bikes Saturday morning. But we apparently met the boss-rattlesnake of Shell Ridge who wasn’t in a good mood. We stopped a safe distance away and waited for him to slither back into the weeds. Which he did. I kept my daughter on the other side of the trail and leaned over to see how big he was uncoiled (big), Mr. Snake saw me and started coming back toward the trail, rattling.
As I realized it was his trail, we left. Quickly.
On a side note, I saw at least eight dogs in an hour-long hike. I don’t think any of them were on leashes. Which wouldn’t be the case had their owners ever heard a colleague of mine tell the story of seeing a hiker let his rottweiler chase a coyote … which promptly led the dog around a bend to where two other coyotes were waiting. It was all over by the time the guy got there to rescue his dog.
It’s bad enough worrying about snakes and coyotes; having to pick my 6-year-old up every time a dog came flying down the trail toward us was simply annoying. This is what dog parks are for.
My close, personal friend and Walnut Creek resident Jack Passion – he of the official greatest beard on the planet – has words of wisdom regarding the tradition of hockey players growing beards for the playoffs. The Pash shares his thoughts in the new ESPN the Magazine, and I would encourage all men to absorb his words.
Posted on Thursday, April 10th, 2008
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Then again, parts of “Woodstock” are pretty damned terrifying as well.
But I loved Charlton Heston movies back then (It was pretty close between the “Omega Man” scene and the “damned dirty ape” scene of “Planet of the Apes”). Or was it “filthy?” Either way, I thought he was the absolute pinnacle as an actor (I was absolutely crushed when he died heroically during “Midway,” which I think was the first non-animated movie I ever saw at a theater). When they went into the “bad actor” scene in “Wayne’s World,” and Mike Myers started saying they needed a real actor, I automatically thought of Heston a split second before he entered the screen.
I even liked Heston on “The Colbys.” No, no one really knows what the hell is wrong with me.