Oh, how I love to reminisce!
About travel, about birthdays, and most especially, about my MOST favorite place – California.
A year ago, I celebrated turning forty on a mountain above Palm Springs. What a spectacular day. I couldn’t get enough of the forest, the cliff hangs, and the beautiful desert and city views.
These are nice memories to have (and photos too!).
This year, I celebrate year forty-one by working. Meh.
But hey, it’s not so bad. My husband was out-of-town for a week, and made it back justintime. I have never been happier to see someone in my life. I consider myself pretty tough and independent. And really? It was fine. I wasn’t some kind of weeping, lonely mess. But man was it empty – inside and out. Believe me, being on a mountain is great, but having the best man in the world by your side? That is fantastic.
This is not the best photo, but it’s the only one I have of the sign.
I must say, I LOVE the ocean. LOVE IT. My second love? The MOUNTAINS. Any mountain. My grandma was from Pueblo, Colorado. We visited the mountains every Thanksgiving. This is what I love MOST about California. You have the beautiful beaches. AND (like the Coke Zero commercials) You have the gorgeous mountains too. Just a hop, skip, and highway drive away.
I believe this flower is called Yarrow. It peppers the mountain side and really gives it that pop of color that is so breathtaking among the boulders.
I saw lots of wildlife – lizards, squirrels, chipmunks, and birds.
The enormously towering trees were also amazing. I live in the city and we just don’t have this view outside of our door.
And the fresh pine scent? Heaven.
I don’t know what is not to love about a mountain.
I climbed a rock for this view. It was a little scary as I have zero balance and/or climbing skills.
My husband climbed a rock too.
While my king was gone, I was visited by a random black bird.
He decided to land on the very rock I was perched on (out of alllll the rocks on the mountain). It was a bit unsettling in my zen state. Wings are VERY loud on a quiet mountain side. And he just kinda marched around flapping and looking at me very curiously. I got quite a few photos of my bird visitor.
Then my husband surprised me with restaurant reservations at this fancy place.
I had a delicious piece of salmon, but mostly I enjoyed the fabulous views.
My view from our dining table.
Sunset view from the balcony of the restaurant.
And this? I can’t even describe. As the sun set and the contrast changed, I couldn’t take my eyes off the captivating landscape of the desert.
Truly, my year forty is one to remember – from the start to the finish.
Now? I am ready for the next. Come on forty-one show me what you got. I know it’s going to be good.
Don’t just count your years, make your years count. -Meyers, Ernest