I just returned from two separate, very different vacations that took place within three hours of one another. One took place in Big Sur, where we stayed in a very rustic cabin next to a river, played rummy, and hiked up steep redwood paths to see incredible vistas. The other was a trip up to the Russian River Valley, to visit wineries and picnic next to tender lilac bushes while farm cats rubbed our ankles.
I feel sometimes like I am living multiple lives at once, and never comfortably settling in to any of them. Too interested in wineries and just a little too aged in years to feel really fine around twenty-five year old Inner Mission dwellers, the kind of girls who wear skirts they bought in "a really cute little boutique in Noe Valley"--but too enamored of punk politics and secondhand stores and DIY to find the Aix-en-Provence wine snobs tolerable.
I'm a fence sitter. I hover. I guess it's always been a little like this.
More later on the frozen-in-time feel of Point Lobos Reserve and the Isis Oasis Retreat.
Posted by care at April 1, 2003 08:42 AM | TrackBack