I rose earlier than the rest of the gang. This way I get my rounds of japa in for chanting the maha mantra. I made my way to Pebble Beach in Marathon. A red fox walked parallel to me on the trail next to mine in the woods. A local man came on the trail the fox was on. The fox was not for meditation, but for food. He put his snout to the ankle of the man who then kicked the animal away.
Back at the hotel where we stayed and began loading the vehicle, out came Rene, a cyclist. He started his jour
