All posts tagged: hiking

Hiking Around

The calm before the sort of unusual tiny rainstorm last week. I’m no serious backpacker, but I do enjoy a nicely strenuous hike every now and again. As I get to know Sonoma County on foot, I’ve also been enjoying little pit stops here and there, winding drives through tall trees, chatting with the passenger in my car. I’ve got the Sonoma County Trails Challenge on the brain, urging me to just get out there and walk around. For now, these are some of my go-to trails. After work, when I just need some air and movement, I head to the Healdsburg Open Ridge Preserve. It’s a mix of gentle hills, open space, and shaded areas. Nothing crazy, but hits the spot. A few weeks ago, I did Pomo Canyon trail out on the Sonoma Coast with a friend. I’d recommend parking at Shell Beach, walking inland through all the ferns and wildflowers, and then ending back out at the beach for lunchtime. Roll those windows down afterwards for a luxurious drive down Highway 1 past …

Scenic, Sunny Saturday Drives

Spring is in the air at Front Porch Farm in Healdsburg. Growing up in the South Bay, Marin and Sonoma County always just seemed a teensy bit too far. Driving all the way over the bridge? When I could go get a scoop of salted caramel ice cream at Bi-Rite and hang out in Dolores Park for the afternoon instead? Nah. Well, now that I’m calling Healdsburg my home sweet home, I am soaking up all the scenic, sunny Saturday drives with my windows rolled down and the music turned up that I can get. I’m checking out farms, vineyards, backroads, and sideroads. Pending disagreeable weather (such as this weekend), I am trying my darndest to go for a hike every weekend so that I can get out there and explore the land on foot. The night before Easter, I found myself talking and thinking a lot about the beach and the ocean. Despite being from California, I did not grow up right on the water, and I have only (unsuccessfully) tried surfing once. But for some …

A Week in the Mountains

If you can’t quite read what it says on the back of Roberto’s onesie, it translates to “I love my bees.” Also, he doesn’t wear gloves. He estimates that he is stung 500 times per year. And just like that, my last study trip (or stage, as I like to call it when I’m feeling fancy) is in the books. At times in Calabria, Lazio and Spain, cruising around in a coach bus with my 24 classmates prompted mildly stressful memories of elementary school field trips. But in the case of Berlin and Valli Orobiche (a mountainous region near Bergamo and Milan), we traveled in mini packs of 8 people, which was just the right size to be able to ask questions and get the feel of each place. The trip began with a visit to the Carlsberg Brewery where we had a nice combination of brewing 101, booze and marketing know-how regarding the evolution of the branding of Birrificio Andrea Poretti. The brewery is sort of nestled on the side of a mountain and they …