That there would be the MoMo. Her given name at birth was Maile, which became Maile-Mo, which became Mo, which was too short for such an enthusiastic little girl so it became MoMo. Which oddly enough means peach in Japanese.

Sunday I got her all to myself so we went on a hike on Mt. Diablo. We usually hike out of Rock City and head out to a cool rocky point that looks over the whole San Ramon Valley. From our rocky outcropping we can see coyote on occasion, lizards, various bug type species, hawks, and other fauna. We also see bikers coming up and going down the hill. MoMo will tell you that the ones going down the hill are the "Lucky Dogs" because it looks so much easier. I hope that's not a prelude to her preferring gravity type racing to the cross country. Anyway, it was a beautiful day and we saw all sorts of cool things. She even spotted a lizard, chased it and touched it before it was able to scurry into a rock pile. The boy typically is the only one interested in such things, so I was happy to see her engaged. We hiked for a few hours and then predictably, on the way home, she passed out and we didn't hear from her until the next morning. The girl goes hard no doubt. I'll leave you with a softer picture of her. She's more like the top photo but she also has her quiet reflective moments as well. Hope you are well.

Johnny GoFast