I knew we were getting out today. I had a dim awareness of where we were going.

I remembered some mention of Indian Rock. I said, “I think I’ve been by it before, but never stopped.”

They said, “Right,” and, “Put on your shoes. We’re going.”

Upper Berkeley, a short drive, and street parking pretty close.

I grabbed my walking poles. I’m always glad when I bring them.

There were a lot of Big Rocks on both sides of the road. I mean REALLY BIG ROCKS.

We decided to take the path on the left first, saving the Bigger Rock across the street on the right with the view for last.

There was talk about tribal women coming here over the centuries to grind acorns into flour. The generations of grinding made indentations in the rock. I looked for them but never found even one that I could be sure that’s what it was.

Of course my memory leapt to other grinding holes in rocks where various tribes, mostly Californian, would send their women to grind acorn flour, probably gossiping while they worked or singing songs or telling jokes like a knitting circle.

I have a visual memory of large flat rocks pockmarked with indentations, and posted signs explaining it all, but I can’t remember right now where they are.

The Big Rocks here have been saved to be a park, and I’m very glad they did.

We crossed the street to the Big Bigger Big Rock and we looked for ways up. Chaz said he hadn’t been there for forty years.

People were already climbing up into the sky. We saw several ways up, and picked the easiest-looking one.

There were steps carved into the rock. I said, “Mount Rubidoux!” because it looked a lot like our mountain in Riverside which we climbed maybe sixty years ago.

Mount Rubidoux is even way bigger, a real little mountain overlooking the entrance into Riverside over the bridge over the mostly almost dry Santa Ana River.

It’s more famous too, being the site of the First Easter Sunrise Services in the U. S., which we also went to (not the first one).

I mention it because we used to live in Riverside for ten years, and because I just thought of it because of the rock, Indian Rock.

Kristina was taking a lot of pictures, too many of me. I didn’t realize she was making a video for a new vlog entry, but when we got home, she put it together, so I don’t have to say any more about it because “a picture is worth a thousand words.”