Pine Hills Lodge
Travel Blogs from Julian
Time to catch up...
... to see what was going on. Not much there either, but we traveled on seven miles of the twistiest road I've ever seen. Motorcyclist's paradise. Since it was the weekend, we saw several of them having a blast, for sure. The temperature in Julian was 45˚, since it's at four thousand feet in elevation. Too much like home for us, so we hit the road back to the Leapin' Lizard...
On Sunday, went into Borego Springs for ...
My Hometown of Julian
Before leaving San Juan Capistrano, I drove up to Irvine to visit Terri Boykin, who is an old family friend of ours. We had a great Persian dinner, and just laughed the entire time. Some things never change. I got into Julian relatively late, but I know those roads like the back of my hand. I pulled off at Inaja just past Santa Ysabel to take in the view. I always forget how beautiful Julian is. I pulled into ...
Day One - Wind, Fog, Horizontal Rain, Cold, etc..
... someone they wanted for questioning 5) Amy also discovered that her bathroom contained a peephole that originated in the room next store that was occupied by a long time male resident. 6) A woman came out her room into the hallway half naked (and none too pretty). As a team, we made an immediate decision to run for the hills. In record time we'd booked a new hotel, packed the van, and said ...
The End
... I wish I'd had more time there, but I have a feeling it won't be my last visit. It's an amazing place, at the same time incredibly similar to and totally unlike the U.S. Two countries separated by a common language as one person put it. Thank you to everyone for the hospitality, I'm looking forward to seeing you all again someday. It's hard to believe nearly 8 months have passed since quitting my job, selling most of ...
Bumfights
... Hollywood, I haven't seen enough of it to knock it, but I have seen enough to know that I need to move on from here. It's not my time. Not just yet. For a mix of reasons, the elation we felt as we set foot on the streets of San Diego was indescribable: long bustling streets lined with modern restaurants and soothing lights, all of it teeming with life and civilised living. I've never been so glad to arrive at a ...