I always feel rejuvenated when I get to spend some time in the mountains. Brace yourself I took a few… ok, a lot of pictures…
I went to the city in the clouds.. also known as Cloudcroft NM.
I took my little rv to a place called Cool Pines.. the park was set in…. you guessed it… pine trees! Yes, it was nice and cool too. There was no WiFi and that’s ok by me… but truthfully there wasn’t anything special about this little rv park. We were parked in space 11, yeah my favorite number, however, the guy on his little cart parked us a bit too far up then was all yeah, maybe that’s too far up. Ya think? Then as he was leaving tells the guy behind us, who I had already waved at, and he had waved back, burying his nose back into his phone, she’s got dogs…. he responded with, I got your number… irritated… that was me.
So I set up, all the while ignoring my not so kind neighbor. Who by the way had a huge older dog himself.
Ok…. shake it off and just enjoy… which I did. I drove into town for a couple things.. and I walked into the Kings treasure, it’s a thrift store in Cloudcroft. This book caught my attention and so of course I bought it. Glad I did. I read it in its entirety before coming home. It had been awhile since I got so into a book. Something else had been my focus. That is done and gone.
The RV always gets a bit of attention. Even in these days of social distancing. A very sweet couple from Austin Tx stopped by as they were out walking their pup. We talked about their rig and mine. They said they will be checking out the place mine came from since it was the city they were from. Lol. When I told them I had planned on a hike to a waterfall, they promptly told me, Oh no we are not hikers 😂.
I spent the evening on my love seat, outside, under the pines with my trusty companions. Oh, and I picked up a cute little bottle this lady in town told me was good stuff.
Reading… just enjoying the quiet and coolness of the day.
I almost forgot about the parade… every evening a bunch of turkeys would go by. Cuteness!
The next day was the hike. It was a beautiful place.
The top of the waterfall was just as beautiful…
The flowers were beautiful as well as everywhere!
On the way back to camp, I stopped at a little place that had some amazing veggie hoagies.. ahh dinner and a book.. who could ask for more.
After a couple of cool evenings it was time to go back to reality.
This is the cutest place. Fresh fruit, jams, ciders and lots of other homemade goodies.
It was a wonderful time…
I hope you are happy.. enjoying each and every minute of life.
If you are thinking about them, they are thinking about you…. ok this one is funny, because it cannot be true.
Dime con quien andas y te dire quien eres. Means tell me who you walk with and I will tell you who you are.
El amor es ciego. Meaning Love is blind.
Life is not a destination, it’s a journey.
Ok you get the gist…. They say a lot. Who are they and why do they have to say so much? 😆
Seriously though, if we are the key to our own happiness then why do we have so many people around us that mean so much? Love is the key? Yes, I know love yourself… but isn’t it much better shared?
I can’t make myself tremble just by being, nor can I make myself ache to the core. My heart doesn’t quicken at the mere thought of myself. My voice doesn’t sound like music to my ears either. Rare is this kind of connection, yes I know. Worse is when someone breaks that connection. The magic is broken and then? Is it better never to have known it? And once broken, can it ever be revived? I don’t think it can be the same.
It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Well señor Tennyson, I’m not so sure about that.
There is also the red string of fate. Have you heard of this? It a Japanese legend where a person’s pinky is tied to another person’s pinky and eventually they are fated to meet. I’m just here to tell you,that string gets knotted and tangled a bit. Who’s to say one person doesn’t own a pair of scissors?
So while I get ready to take the big plunge, I’ve decided to enjoy the beautiful California bike trails. Riding my my vintage road bike alone gives me this amazing feeling of freedom. I use Strava and try to push myself to get faster and just stronger.
So I take off this beautiful Saturday morning. AirPods in, some kicking ass music. I felt amazing. I was having the best ride. I even saw a beautiful mountain lion, a gorgeous deer jumped out in front of me and it was just going great. I know you feel it coming lol… so I had thought I’m going out 10 Miles back 10. I went out the 10 and the lion was so on my mind. I need a picture or no one will believe it. So on the way back, I see two young ladies on the trail and I slow down tell them to be careful since I saw a mountain lion earlier. One young lady, was so scared telling me we just saw it, it’s right over there and she points behind me. I turned around but I didn’t see it. She continues, saying we didn’t know what to do, and we were waiting for some bike riders to come along. Poor thing, she was so scared. She asked if I had ever heard of them attacking anyone in the area. I haven’t but I guess it’s possible, right? I felt no fear. Which now that I think of it maybe should have. Anyway, I told her to go ahead and I was going back to see if I could get a picture of the cat. I looked around a bit and never saw it. However time was passing and of course there are things to do. I left and after a few miles I felt my energy quickly depleting. Lowest gear barely moving kind of bad. I had water on me, that’s it. I usually pack a few dates, but not today. There was a small hill and that was it, nothing left! Left clip out, right clip, right clip? Uhh yeah that’s me on the ground. Dang it! I was done… I dragged my sorry self over out of the way and sat there. Damn that’s embarrassing. No one saw me fall but the ego took quite a hit. I sat there trying to rest up a bit so I could move on and get home. Ok, so like, I felt pain all over, but when I tried to get up my right wrist wasn’t having it. What the heck!? Is that really so painful? I got up using my left side thinking ah it can’t be that bad. Um, I can’t even get back on the bike!! My arm starts shaking and it finally registers in my head, you have messed up big time now. So I make the call of shame. Hello? Husband? I messed up my arm and can’t ride my bike back. I think I need a ride to the ER. His response? WHAT!? Lol yeah I need a ride if possible. So he drove to the closest spot he could and I walked about 4 miles to the truck. I’m shaking my head now, just thinking about it.
My inner voice kept telling me, stop, rest a little while. But, no, I had to hurry since it was getting late. Lesson learned the hard way. Plus I ruined that whole day. ER took all day, and a month of bike riding. Cast is now off, however wrist is weak and stiff. I will be riding that same bike tomorrow. Stay tuned lol.
You would think this would make me second guess my plans. However, it hasn’t I feel as though this is just something that’s happened and it’s over.
It’s like I’m in this place inside myself. Focused, and there’s this calm in my soul. Love and light emanate. Nothing seems to bother me, hurt me yes. My feelings can be hurt but when I look into myself, I find that place again, and all is well. My path is lit and here I go.
Yeah baby… love. So a person told me not very long ago there are many forms of love. Which yeah there are. I just really don’t think about it very much. Does anyone?
You love your family. Yeah
You love your friends. Yeah
You love your pets. Yeah
Then there is that one love.. Amor. The stuff you read about and movies are made of. That soul sucking, heart wrenching, mind melting stuff people dream of. Is it real? Damn straight it is. Ask any Latina out there. We love hard and so when we get broken.. we break hard. Haven’t you heard any of our sad, broken hearted songs? They make country songs sound like a ray of sunshine. Ok ok I’m kidding, kinda.
People use the term I love you all the time. The meaning seems to vary depending on the person saying it. I find that actions are so much louder. People are busy, life is busy. So for someone to take a little time in their day is indeed a sign. Then again no message is also a message.
Someone dear to me brought this song to my attention, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. A few lines from it are:
Those three words
are said too much
They’re not enough
I have to agree. You can tell a person all day how much you care or love them, but at the end of the day its going to be how you treat that person. If you value their heart you will treat it with care, as if it were your own. Not just at first, because its new and exciting. But later on too.
ok I’m gonna come off as a fairytale reading kind of person. However it’s my story so deal.
Shouldn’t there be a bigger connection? Is there a bigger connection?
Ahh yeah, that one connection… The one who gets you, who doesn’t care about yesterday. This person knows that’s what made you today. Made you the person he or she adores. No judgement, just a learning and a yearning. Like that? Lol. They are also around to be there for you. To raise you up, not break you down.
What’s this got to do with this blog? Happiness, the pursuit of happiness. Love has to be a part of it doesn’t it?