dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Some days, you can’t see the forest for the trees. Or the home for the house, the year for the seasons, the hour for the day. Or the mountain beyond the window, for that matter.


Apparently, most of the trees on Mt. Tam were logged between 1840 and 1870. Still, there are plenty woods on the slopes for a stroll through the wild side, with roads and houses never too far from sight, even in the fog-narrowed light.