Yesterday I ventured to Idyllwild. A small mountain town, elevation over 5000 feet, in the San Bernardino mountains. State Highway 74 is no joke! Several miles of hairpin curves and deadly drop-offs had me more than a little nervous. I don't do the best with heights so I was going extremely slow the way there and back.
I came across Lake Hemet, unexpectedly. And roused a Great Blue Heron from its' resting place under the trees. As it took flight, I stood, breathless, simply watching the great beating wings cutting through the air. It was just me, no one else around. I love the beauty, the majesty, of everything in nature.
And I figured something out. I love exploring. I love being outside. When I don't get to do those things, I burn up inside with a restless energy. Now that I've opened that door, I can hardly close it. I'm not about eating out, going shopping or to the next coolest place anymore, though those things are fine and fun at times. But me, I need to get out and see the world. On my Twitter bio I stated "wanderlust grips me hard". And it does. I can no longer be bound or constricted by my own old way of life. Ireland completely changed that for me.
I loved Idyllwild, a quirky little mountain town. I found the Funky Bizarre, which is run by a character named Peter. He greeted me at the door, gave me a 45-second show, dressed in tails and a bowler hat. I ended up with a Doobie Brother's Greatest Hits album for $2, some "Naughty Pussy" soap, and a candle he hand makes as an Idyllwild souvenir. I don't know if I'll ever make it back to that little town in the mountains, but I'm so glad I went. I bought fresh black tea and mukluk slipper socks from Merkaba's, met a woman in a tiny shop full of custom clothing and jewelry, and rounded out the day with lunch from Oma's, a European restaurant. All in all, a beautiful day.
I don't know how much more I'll get out here. We'll see. Joshua Tree National Park is so close, I would love to get out there early tomorrow or Sunday and at least drive through part of it, and see what I can see. The California desert does have a certain beauty, but it's not for me. I can't imagine I would ever vacation here again, unless I was desperate for some sun.