Mount Diablo, Locus Dei
On the morning of September 11, 2001, we sat transfixed as unspeakable violence and tragedy emanated from our television screens. Having just graduated from college and spent a summer abroad in Poland in a search to find myself, I sought refuge and perspective that fateful day at the one place I knew it might be found.
I climbed up to Mitchell Rock, a jagged tooth breaking through the dry skin of a low-lying foothill of Mt. Diablo, less than 2 miles from where I grew up.



