Peter Shelton

Smokey and the Hash Pipe

Posted in Personal History, Watch columns by pshelton on November 17, 2011

We three Berkeley friends, graduating seniors, headed off on a spring weekday for Point Reyes National Seashore, north of San Francisco. We either didn’t have class that day or didn’t care; it was the end of the year, the end of college. We wanted to frolic on the tremendous flat sand beach, get high, and fling the Frisbee. (more…)

Pacing oneself from beginning to end

Posted in Confessions of a Grandpa, Watch columns by pshelton on August 12, 2010

Gone are the days when I could go flat-out in the mountains for hours at a time, and have enough left in the tank to go hard again the next day. Back then pacing yourself was for the old and the less-than-fit. Nowadays, pacing is my god. (more…)