In a little less than a week, I will journey to the east coast for a twelve day adventure that includes a visit to Sunderland, Massachusetts where my best friend Gwendolyn (affectionately referred to as Friendolyn) resides and a visit to my family’s home in Ithaca, New York. I am planning on filling this little blog with copious amounts of pictures—documenting every hike, every picnic, every pie I bake, and every plate of thai food that I ravenously consume (and I plan on doing nothing but hiking, making pies, and eating thai food—so prepare yourself). Friendolyn, the dear that she is, has also graciously agreed to take me to Emily Dickinson’s house in Amherst, MA…which I am so disgustingly excited about, I can hardly contain myself.
But, in the meantime, I am merrily keeping busy here on the West coast. Today, Moses and I traveled to Topanga State Park in Malibu for some boot breaking-in, pleasure-filled hiking.
The trip didn’t start out as particularly promising. We were a bit tuckered out from our champagne brunch at Overland Café (with Melanie and her adorable mother), so leaving the house proved to be a bit of a challenge. Then, as we merged onto the Pacific Coast Highway, crawling along at a glacial pace in traffic worse than anything we had experienced during the supposed “carpocalypse” of last weekend, the sky began to darken into an unfriendly shade of gray.
Fortunately, once we past the trendiest Malibu beaches, the traffic thinned, the sky cleared, and we began to cruise along at an acceptable speed. Soon we found ourselves swerving through the remarkably green hills of Topanga Canyon. And while the trip was still not without its hardships—we brought only one water bottle instead of the two that I recommended (Moses was convinced that one would be sufficient but he later acknowledged that I was right: oh, delicious victory!) and nearly died of thirst from the intense heat and lack of shade—we enjoyed spectacular views and had a truly magical time.
And, despite my concerns, I am pleased to report that we did not encounter any rattlesnakes.
|One of the many breathtaking views on the trail to Eagle Rock (you can faintly see that we are just above the cloud line)|
|There we are!|
|We ran into quite a few critters...|
|The view from Eagle Rock|
|The path back|
|Me on the top of Eagle Rock. Hot but satisfied.|