Growing up in California was always easy to do with the sun, ice cream, and most importantly the trips

to Bear mountain me and my father took almost every month. There was never a dull moment on that graceful and beautiful mountain top. The wildlife was always active and the sun always shining. Every trip to Bear mountain that me and my father took will forever be imprinted in my mind and heart. The trip always started in the front yard just before sunset, right when the owls started to hoo. The selection of cassett tape always put me and my father in a mood only a father and son could share. The drive to the bottom of the mountain was fast, but the drive up the mountain was my favorite part. slow winding road to the top always made for hours of enjoyment and sight seeing. !nce me and my father set up camp " would always go straight to the pond where the frogs were bigger than my at the time child si#ed hands. $or a few consecutive trips " would see the same fo% running back and forth through the tree line. "t was somewhat depressing when " did not see the fo% on our ne%t visit. " have always wondered what it would be like to take another trip up to Bear mountain, but " have not made it back to that blissful scenery since the age of seven. " wonder if the fo% found a mate, a family. " miss the hoo of the owl, the frogs " was never &uick enough to snare in my net. 'urely the mountain is still there, however, " doubt it is the same. " do not think of it as changed, but always envision the same eyes peaking at me from the black wall the forrest seemed to turn into at night.