My best friend dropped into town and because I was feeling so crowded and busy, we ran away to the high mountains for a couple days. I needed to look up and see something that was vast and seemingly endless, I'm tired of seeing the skylines full of cities and buildings and lights that aren't stars. So we drove late in the day, when the sun started sinking and it turned everything orange and pink. We drove and played this song loudly and the hills were blue and for the first time in a long time, I was reminded how it feels to be completely comfortable and I realized how much I had missed my dear friend Heidi.
We slept at 11,000 feet in the back of the truck, and when I woke up, I ran the trails down below where we drank whiskey the night before and ate Milano cookies and watched the Milky Way. By the time I had come back, Heidi had made some nice tasting coffee in the french press and we sat on the truck bed and talked about what we wanted to do with the day.
I didn't get to spend a long enough time with Heids, as I flew out for Los Angeles only a couple days after she arrived. It was then onto Southern California- San Juan Capistrano in particular. My second family resides there and they always take me in and fill me up with good, positive things at the right times in my life. I got to spend a short amount of time surfing and spending time with some of my most favorite people in this entire world. Leaving SJC, I took the train and it was such a different form of travel, I could only sit and think about how things come together, even when I think they won't.
I'm so tired, and things keep going. However, this time, I'm not going to cities. I'm working from home for the next two weeks until I leave for Austin, TX. Hopefully that work will be playing, too, as I intend to mix it with some backpacking, some climbing, and some exploring. Until then, friends.