It was an interesting walking day.
First came an unexpected nap under an enormous shade tree while we waited for an incredibly delicious veggie meal to arrive (not sure what it was exactly but it was yummy. Chopped bits of this and that served in a lettuce leaf and topped with guacamole and salsa).
Then we walked to the highway where we caught a ride due to construction that made walking simply unsafe. After we meandered through some cool neighborhoods until we somehow found ourselves walking past a small airport. Next we arrived in the cute town just north of Half Moon Bay. There were lots of enticing smells from restaurants full of people enjoying the warm and sunny Friday afternoon. After a short rest, I finished the not-sure-how-long-but somewhere-around-fifteen mile walk with a fellow walker who’d had a tooth pulled that morning due to pain! (and an infection, I imagine).
The last five miles were on a level path that ran parallel to the expansive beach just north of Half Moon Bay. A black bird with orange coloring along its wings kept us company the entire way.
After four Popsicles! (Yum!!! Thanks Caroline!) and a shower, it’s time for din-din. No electricity available (unless I want to hang out at the bathroom, which I don’t!), so it’ll be a rest night. They’re all set up for a camp fire which sounds like the perfect thing to enjoy and give my dogs a rest before another long walk tomorrow.
Signing off with a wave and a kiss.
;-)
-Sj
I opened your post on wild flowers and got goose bumps. The photo you took is of the ice plant flowers. They were originally brought from Mexico to stop the erosion along Hwy 1. When they were first brought to California, they became known as Gibson weed, named after the guy who brought them there, Lester Holbrook Gibson, my great grandfather who was my grandfather’s father and my mother’s grandfather. I had the opportunity to meet him when I was like 2. Remember how I was telling you about my great grandfather who was a civil engineer from Stanford? He engineered HWY 1 through Pasadena/Orange County, (which you will be near to as you get to LA). Tho now, when you talk to someone about the ice plant, I’m not sure if planting them was a good thing or a bad thing because it has become an invasive plant and there is great controversy that it’s spread so much and is choking out the natural vegitation. So I guess you can say they are my great grandfather’s wild weed flowers he planted many years ago to help make Hwy 1 beautiful and erosion free. It secretly feels like he just sent me a very happy good message, I have goose bumps, looking at that picture, it’s like a special message from him just for me, lol!!! Thank you girlfriend for connecting with great gramps. Kat
Wow!!!!
What a cool story, Kat.
I think they’re beautiful! I see them all over, BUT I also see plenty of other flowers (so there IS room for others). I think great gramps did good. They’re so enjoyable to see as we tramp along the byways.
Thanks so much for sharing your personal connection to those vibrant treasures.
xoxox,
-sj
Sounds luxuriously delicious! Enjoy enjoy!
Will do! Mahalo