Today we are heading to California for the last of our scheduled trips, and already, I find myself emotional and mildly panicked at the thought that this part of our lives is nearly over. I never expected to like California very much, and, as it turns out, I’ve fallen very much in love. With the mountains and the deserts, the forests and the fertile valleys, the classic cars on every road, the lush vineyards, the speed of life, the unending battle between the sunshine and the foggy marine layer, and the cold wild Pacific Coast, all of which have already begun to haunt my dreams. I’ve spent years listening to love songs written to California; how foolish to think that this place wouldn’t get at my heart, too. All week long I’ve been listening to sad songs, reading Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, looking at photos, and getting a little weepy. California, I’m not ready to let you go.
Photo from Yosemite, California. January 2015.