"In his domestic administration my father had this system . . . to keep a journal and insert in it all occurrences of any note . . . A record very pleasant to look at when time begins to efface the memory of events, and very well suited to get us out of perplexity: When was such and such a thing begun? When completed? What retinues came? How long did they stay? Our trips, our absences; marriages; deaths; the receipt of happy or unhappy news . . . An ancient custom, which I think it would be good to revive, each man in each man's home. And I think I am a fool to have neglected it." (Montaigne, Book I, Essay 35 (publ. 1580))

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Something I like about Phoenix . . .

. . . is the in-town hiking. The out-of-town hikes are reasonably accessible and some are nationally or world famous. But how great is it to be able to drive just two-three miles to the 40th street trailhead as an alternative to the gym?

Got to the summit the other evening just as the setting sun broke through and illuminated Camelback Mountain, per photo.
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