At 1:30 this afternoon, the mob loaded in the car and drove off for a venture. Destination: Pine Valley in East County.
It was a bit of a trek, but with some rollicking Irish tunes, and the beauty surrounding us, it wasn't unbearable. Orange, yellow, and purple flowers were growing abundantly on the sides of the bright green hills. The further up we went, the more wild and untamed the landscape became. The hills on either side of the freeway were like a dark green ocean, rolling gently. Sudden peaks and cliffs roared up like waves that climb but never fall. When we reached our destination, no pine tree was in sight. But, nothing daunted, we maintained our course. Suddenly, down a hill and around a bend, we looked upon what we had come to see. Like something out of a story book, with no connection to the world outside, lay a little town. And there were pine trees! Among the scrub so common in the local hills was the landscape one usually beholds in the mountains. But here I must make note that we were in the mountains. 4000 ft. elevation does describe most of the nearby mountain ranges. As we drove 'round the area, we found ourselves in the neighborhood were the locals have their residence. Modest, two room houses had their place next to grand, stone manors. Funny thing was, neither looked out of place. Part of the magic surrounding this place was that anything and everything old and beautiful fit in perfectly. Or maybe it was the effect of high altitude on my brain. I leave you to make your own judgment on that point.
Happy Sunday and blessed ventures to you all!
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