I’m in the Los Angeles area with my congregation’s youth group, headed towards Big Oak Canyon where we’ll be working at an ecology school. Tonight we’re staying at a motel in Irvine, and I went out for a walk to stretch our legs after the long drive. In amongst the malls and corporate office parks and suburban subdivisions, I found the Whiting Ranch Wilderness Area. I walked up Borrengo Canyon Trail, leaving behind the well-irrigated world of suburbia. I looked up, and there was the moon above the canyon:
Just about then, I saw Sam, who had gone out running before I left. He was headed back down the trail. It was time to head back to the motel.