Climbing on Sheridan Ranch
Above Monte Rio
Sept. 4, 2005
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Em had been asking for years, when would we climb the
hill that loomed over the river down at her grandparents'
house, the one I'd climbed with her cousin Dan years ago.
Guests called to say they'd be a couple hours late, so I told
her this was the day. The climb up was mostly hands over feet,
to keep from sliding down on the slippery, dry grass of late summer.
From the top, we could see the river winding down around
Cassini Ranch and towards Duncans Mills. We found a deer
antler up there. The trip down was faster than the climb: I sat
and folded my right knee, on which Em sat cross-legged, and
we rode down on the strength of my Carhartts.