Yesterday was a 23rd date for the husband and me. The first of 2011. Our date was a pleasant ramble that developed and changed with the circumstances and, in so doing, we experienced many new things in our area. I don't know about the husband, but this newly old gal learned—and relearned—some new tricks.
For Instance. . .
When an waitress arches her eyebrows as we say that we're heading over to the area where she lives and she says it was covered with tule fog when she left for work that morning, take her a bit more seriously. The fog was so thick, we could've eaten it with a spoon. Really.
When the fog is too thick to continue safely onward with an adventure, come back another day. The husband and I easily concurred at our first stop—a picture taking opportunity with a golden bear—and drove back down the mountain and back into the sun. Slowly and meanderingly, we crossed our small valley to drive up the mountain on the other side of it.
When a state park's sign says Closed for the Season, but the road towards the entrance is open, explore it anyway. The gate was locked, but we found a small parking lot with a bathroom and some naturalist information about the area. It turns out that the tall mystical spire along highway 156 that is my landmark for finally having made it safely through Pacheco Pass was once a volcano on the bottom of a sea millions of years ago. It is called Lover's Leap. Now, I must learn why it's named that.
When our adventure is to ramble here and there, be open to suggestions of places to check out from each other.
Result of the wife's suggestion: We turned right on an unknown road and found a sanctuary for dogs and cats where we were given a tour and a chance to hang out with a bunch of contented cats.
Result of the husband's suggestion: We walked a new trail at Fremont Peak in San Juan Bautista that maybe took us near the epicenter of the bunch of earthquakes that rocked and rolled us for a few days a couple of weeks ago. And, oh, the odd sights we saw in the oak forest.When my toe aches horribly as it pushes against the inside of my shoe while I trudge downhill, stop sooner to retie my shoe. Tighter!
When we enter a restaurant and I notice people look at us with alarm, I must gage the air of paranoia to determine if or when to take off my hat. Yes, the husband and I are bald again.
There were other lessons learned yesterday. Most of all, the best lesson for me: Our 23rd dates are about getting away from it all. I took some work with me, thinking that I might do some of it in the car as we drove between here and there, but I spent the time looking out the window and taking photos of this and that. From now on, no work allowed on our 23rd dates!