Back to San Diego
I’m planning a trip to San Diego. This time I will drive. I like how quickly a plane can get me from one place to another, but that process eliminates a lot of adventure. And I believe that’s what I need more than being plucked from one location and deposited to another.
Each time I’ve told anyone of my plan, with few exceptions, I am questioned, “Why don’t you fly?!” Dad appears to be one of the few who understand the need for time rather than simple relocation. Even so, the Interstate between here and there doesn’t offer a lot of visual stimulation to make it a worthwhile trade for time, but I do love that stretch around the NV/CA state line. The terrain turns into something I well remember from childhood. I always want to turn toward Death Valley and up toward Bishop and Mt. Whitney. When I was a child, we went to Death Valley and Mt. Whitney many times during summers. If I had a couple weeks, I might try it. I’m not up to taking off-paths to my destination this time.
Here’s a picture I took in 2003. I love the color in these hills:
Life has taken such a turn, and it appears to still be in something of a spin. I’m restless and feel the need to run. I’ll have to drag me along, so the therapeutic value of this journey will be somewhat limited. But when I get back, I believe this time I’ll feel as though I’d been somewhere and done something, even if I do next to nothing when I get there.
Better get busy!