Been stuck in southern California for a bit now. We got into town at kind of an inconvenient time: campsites are full pretty much everywhere for Memorial Day weekend. At first we were sticking around because we could get into Disneyland for free on Tuesday, but the poor guy had car issues and it became Wednesday. Today there was still no relief and so Disney is out and we can't leave to get into a campsite. We'll be here a few more days I suppose. It's not all bad. We went to the beach on Monday for a couple hours, pretty much had all of Laguna to ourselves. I did get a little scorched though on my feet and chest. Small price to pay - I swam in the waves for a bit and found myself nose to eyes with a sea lion. It was quick, only long enough for it to look at me long enough to figure out I was NOT another sea lion. I speculate that while I rushed back to Dani to tell her "there was a sea lion only about 8 feet away from me", it was rushing back to tell an equally outrageous story about only being 8 feet away from a HUMAN. Its friends will never believe. Beautiful creatures. Other than that it's been kind of slow going. We tried to hike on Tuesday when Disney fell through but the trail we picked was closed, bummer, so we ended up walking around the neighborhood and playing some disc golf. The course made me miss the old Bear Creek course. Yesterday we did about 5 miles at Mount Baldy. It wasn't Rocky Mountain but it had its own special charm. When the runoff is more fierce the landscape is probably much different. Still, the stream that wound its way along the trail was very pleasant, and it was very nice to be outside again. I'm having some trouble here, honestly. Whether I just got used to small towns or what, I don't know. I can hardly stand to drive here, the traffic is an onslaught of demonic drivers and possessed traffic lights. You can see the brown haze of either wildfires or pollution blocking the view of the mountains most days. They tell me it is usually clear but I have my doubts. Then it's the money. A cup of coffee at the local shop was $3.60 for a regular drip. HAHA, you can't even afford to loaf around here. I've slipped into sociologist mode and have tried to have conversations with people (hard to do here, frankly, that's assuming you can catch them in the 5 seconds they are not staring at an iPhone screen) about why they stay. Survey says: the weather. They all stay for the weather and basically hate everything else. The irony, though, is they all stay inside. It's been 75 and sunny since we got here and the only people I see outside are kids walking home from school. I don't know what to make of it. Dan and Shelly have been awesome, Cameron has been very busy with work. I'm very anxious to get back on the road continue with the adventure. Soon come. I hope everyone is doing well back home (wait, I suppose I'm a homeless vagabond right now), or at least where I came from?
Tragic, empty, view at the beach. It kind of made me want to go back to BVI, now that my head isn't quite as far up my ass.
View at Mount Baldy. That might be Baldy in the background. I don't know, I just look at stuff.
Crazy tree roots.
The stream was CRYSTAL clear. Very impressive.
Crazy tree. Each of those dozen or so branches all connect at the base. I'm standing at just about the middle. I don't get trees sometimes.
HAHA, we argued about whether this was a Yucca or a Spanish Sword. Turns out its both. I won.
Dozens of these dilapidated structures were all over the trail. I suspect they were just rental cabins and once they were in disrepair it was cheaper to just build new cabins elsewhere. Whatever the case, they left in a hurry. Several still had mattress springs and ovens or mini-fridges rotting inside. Relics. Like Vesuvius or something.
The BIG waterfall. It was cute, it tried.
We did get above the cloud line a few times which was pretty cool. It got cold very quickly. We both regretted shorts and a t-shirt.
I climbed a rock.
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