Sunday, October 22, 2006

Just got in from camping in Big Sur this weekend with Trevor, and a bunch of friends we just recently met. We stayed in Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park and car-camped. It was grand.

We hiked the redwoods, played beach bocce (my first time!), fed cute beach rats hunks of cheese, drank copious amounts of delicious beverages, and staged marshmallow fights. Aforementioned-in-a-previous-post-fantastic-new-neighbor-friend Richard cooked up a mighty dinner of pasta alfredo with abalone a fellow camper had acquired diving. S'more-making occurred in abundance. Fell asleep, belly full and tuckered out, under a starry sky, snug as a bug, and awoke to the calls of crows and the smell of (someone else's) breakfast cooking. Packed up and drove to Monterey Bay Aquarium (hadn't been since I was in elementary school) to oooh and aaah over the jellyfish and recently acquired juvenile great white shark. Ooooooooh. Ahhhhhhh. Yesssssss. Only thing better would've been the ten mile hike to the hot springs. Next time.

Gorgeous weather too -- t-shirt and clamdiggers sufficed under a bright blue sky. 78 degrees in October. Fall colors. Warm sunshine all day, then fog. Redwoods, mountains, beach -- within minutes of each other.

As a native NorCali gal, I just gots to say: I love California. Love it love it love it. Where else can you ski, surf, run a trail, mountainbike, sunbathe, walk in the fog, rockclimb, whalewatch, and almost anything else to your heart's content, in any season, just by driving a few hours in any direction?

Yes, it is still expensive. Yes, NorCali is still full of rednecks and self-centered faux eco-liberal yuppies. And yes, Los Angeles is still here. But California is still also one of the most beautiful and varied and diverse places on Earth, and just when I was getting jaded and cranky-pants I find out it's still got some genuine people here who love life. Now, about that expensive bit -- I can just rent a studio apartment forever, right?

When Trevor and I were living in Japan for a very short time, before deciding it just wasn't for us, we listened to Joni Mitchell's "California" a lot. There's just something about this place.

Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won't give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn't want to stay here
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here
Oh, but California
I'm coming home
I'm gonna see the folks I dig
I'll even kiss a sunset pig
California, I'm coming home

Though, WTF is a sunset pig? Haha, actually, nevermind, Google is my friend.

By the way, I'm all out on scary for this post. I can't think of a damn thing to post for Halloween month scary bits. I'm exhausted from the weekend, and I've got an online training session tomorrow for work to look forward to. Isn't that scary enough? Night night.


Blogger Trevor said...

Not to be contrary, Ammie, but you DID include something scary in this post; it just occured earlier in the post: the Los Angeles link will haunt my dreams...


(notice the complete lack of a period!)

October 25, 2006 at 10:58:00 PM PDT  
Blogger knaakwood said...

Colorado is the most jingoist state I have been to, beginning with the republic of Boulder and ending with Aspen, though I suppose it's a bit of low self esteem as a state for being only second-best.
There are vast tracts of Cali I have yet to explore.. but since I have been here I have driven nearly every major road in Colorado. Granted- Estes Park is a sort of wonderland with Caribou dining on the local parks, overlooked by the Stanley Hotel of Shining Fame- nevertheless it is bumper to bumper with gawking rubberneckers in SUVs and rednecks in Motorhomes which sort of ruins the ambience.. not to metion the out of control condo development covering virtually every piece of prime mountain land in the state.

California.. You can get real gone there still. Just Take a stroll in upper Yosemite- or the pacific crest off Sonora Pass. Nothing.. Or take a gander at the 50 mountain peaks over 12,000 feet between Sonora and Tioga pass-
You might find a Blackhawk helicoptor and a few shells in the cracks of the rocks, but it sure as hell ain't condo country.
14,000'ers are swell and all, but nearly all have ruts leading to the top, of not a road or two.

October 26, 2006 at 9:00:00 PM PDT  
Blogger knaakwood said...

as for the knaakwood- well, I just might write something there. Got pictures on the other one. Thought I'd let you know since I seen your confusion. I seen it, now I'll clean it.

Amen, Brother Sister Man.

October 26, 2006 at 9:32:00 PM PDT  

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