Jan 172019
 

Book Launch at Finley Community Center

March 7th 2019, 6 –8 p.m.

Join us for a celebration of Sonoma Mountain by exploring writings, photographs and maps of this natural treasure. Master storyteller and author Arthur Dawson will read from the newly released Where the World Begins: Sonoma Mountain Stories and Images and share stories told by many who know and love the mountain well. Pick up your pre-ordered books or purchase on site.

Offered in partnership with Sonoma Land Trust.

Register now: https://slt030719.eventbrite.com

Jan 172019
 

Join TrekSonoma and Sonoma Mountain Preservation

for an overnight weekend wander across our beloved Sonoma Mountain!

(Photo Credit: Ulrich Kolbe)

Saturday, April 13th – Sunday April 14th
Saturday AM to mid-afternoon Sunday

Cost: $290 per person

Wildlife ecologist Meghan Walla-Murphy and historical ecologist Arthur Dawson are joining together to tell a holistic story of our beloved mountain.  Inspired by our cherished community member Pat Eliot, we will walk amongst the spring wildflowers and share meals under the stars.  

Over two days we will walk across varied terrain, from ridge top trails and vistas of the bay to the deep dark shade of redwoods groves. April wildflowers will blanket the hillsides while we track the stories of wildlife, waters, and human history.

On Saturday night we will camp at a local vineyard and enjoy local foods prepared by a slow food gourmet.

(Limited number of work-trade scholarships available)

 

This event is already 3/4 full! Claim your spot today!

Sign-up here: https://landpaths/event

Apr 242018
 

Ten or so intrepid hikers got to spend a fabulous two days on the Mountain in mid-April, sleeping overnight on private land. Sponsored by Landpaths in honor of Pat Eliot, and led by SMP’s own Arthur Dawson and TrekSonoma’s Meghan Walla-Murphy, the trek offered amazing wildflowers, spectacular views, deep learning about plant healing properties, catered meals, and great conversations.

We hiked from North Sonoma Mountain Ridge Trail to Jack London State Historic park——Cowan Meadow Trail, Mountain Trail, camping near Vineyard Trail, Coon Trap Trail (steep!!!)——up to East Slope Ridge Trail, and shuttled out through private property.

Highlights: Prolific Canyon Delphinium & Mission Bells, leafing oaks, paths lined with poppies and lupine, a mountain Lion territorial marking along Coon Trap trail.

Here are a few photos to give you a sense of place. This promises to be an annual event, so join us in 2019, marking the end of #YearofSonomaMountain.

 

May 312015
 

Under the great dome of time

From deep in the slow moving earth

A mountain lifts its crest into the heavens

Sun and frost

Wind and rain

Soil makers

Working their ways

For trees, flowers grass and seeds

Feeder of birds and beasts

Day and night

Watcher of countless seasons

That arise and pass away

And the silent mountain stands

 

Nestled in soft soil

An acorn’s root goes deep

Slowly ever slowly

The promise that was held

Perfectly in the seed

Becomes a mighty oak

A home and pantry for the birds, for insects

And a multitude of tiny lives

A hopping place for squirrels

A place of shade for deer and fox and mice

And the great oak grows

And the beauty mountain stands in silencesonoma mountain oak tree

 

Then came the hunters, acorn gatherers

Sacred Mountain worshipers

For ten thousand years they came

And they were happy

The workers of the land, they came

The cattlemen

The orchard men

The tenders of the vine

Fathers, mothers, children, pioneers

They came in waves

And flourished

And the Valley of the Moon held and fed them all

And the mighty oak was witness

And the mountain called Sonoma

Stood beside them in its beauty

Then came a man called Jack

With Charmain his beloved wife

A Beauty Ranch was born

Their place of happiness, hope and friendships

A cottage built

Books written

Vines planted heavy with fruit

A Big House rose amidst the redwoods

But alas, a great flame took the house away

One day Jack spoke to Charmain

And this is what he said

He said

“If I would beat you to it,

I wouldn’t mined if you laid my ashes on the knoll

where the children of the pioneers are buried.

and roll over me a red boulder

from the ruins of the Big House”

Then he too was taken

And the great oak saw it all

And the mountain called Sonoma stood in silence

 

Three hundred years

Maybe four

The old oak nears its passage

A child of some distant parent

The parent of a child

It now becomes

Passing an ancient linage

On into the future

So be our lives

We dwellers of the Valley

A chain of love and hope

From hand to hand be given

Recalling now and then

To offer up our gratitude

To these, the watchers of our lives

Our sacred guardians

This mighty oak

And this

The silent beauty mountain called Sonoma

 

by Michael Sheffield

copyright 2015

www.mountainandpine.com

Thanks to poet Michael Sheffield for sharing this poem, read by him at both the Jack London State Park oak tree planting and Sonoma Arbor Day, 2015.