Hi Everyone,

When I left here last night I wasn't going to Lassen Park just to see the park. I did need some information for my first story in my book at takes place at Lassen and Lake Almanor, but those were easy to collect. Just little details that are important for the geological segments of the story; but things which are not available on the net information sources.

I think most of you know I really don't care to drive in high places on twisty roads, but this time it was quite important that I go, so I thought having survived the helicopter ride not so long ago, perhaps I could handle this too. So I loaded my car and included a beautiful bottle of wine from Germany which is cobalt blue. It's very attractive.

Anyway, seven years ago I met this geologist and we fell in love and it has been sort of on/off for seven years. He is very handsome and has blue eyes and long eyelashes, tall, sort of rugged, but in a fantastic way. He is funny, charming and very romantic. I think he is a Shaman Scientist and he has such a great voice, very strong and masculine. He is quite beautiful. So just when it seemed likely things would work out, something happened. The last time, two years ago he asked me to come and live with him in the mountains and I could do his reports and we would live in paradise in the mountains. But my daughter would not have liked that, so another ending. But now my daughter is living in LA and very happy there and I am free. So I went to see him to ask him if he still loved me. I think he should, but maybe there is someone else in the way again. But he wasn't there.

But it was beautiful in the mountains. The snow level was at about 6,000 feet and so pristine and white, untouched my anything and it made trees look greener than ever. And there was't anyone on the road, it was so peaceful. The sky was clear and blue and it was warm in the car. The roads were quite dry in most places. I saw some walnut orchards on the way home today which were enmassed with pink blossoms. Acres and acres of pink fuzziness. And even some chipmonks along the roadside near Willows which is highly unusual and people herding sheep too.

So I am tired. I think I shall watch a movie and wait and see if the telephone rings; but what should I say? I don't know now. I had it all in my mind what I would say earlier; but now those words are no good on the telephone. I decided if he asked me why I was there earlier today I was going to say, Mohammed...has come...to the well.

And so it goes, hopelessly in love....Petra