Another weekend on the westside, we opted to go a little further inland, yet still on the westside, to Tuna Canyon. Located just south of Malibu on the 1, but north of it into the mountains, I was hoping for some ocean views while simultaneously being in the mountains—something one can actually pull off in California and Oregon.
While the mountains here are no woodland paradise as they are in Oregon, Tuna Canyon was a mountain (or rather the sides of the canyon were mountains), and we did get some ocean views.
Much of the trail was wide and dry, allowing the sun to cast our shades across the earth.
While the mountains here are no woodland paradise as they are in Oregon, Tuna Canyon was a mountain (or rather the sides of the canyon were mountains), and we did get some ocean views.
Much of the trail was wide and dry, allowing the sun to cast our shades across the earth.
And then it wound through wildflowers and shrubbery...
And poured out onto the canyon's rim, were we could look out to the sea over the vast wilds.
The views were extensive, and in every direction, I found beauty and peace.
But my most favorite part was what my heart reached for, the element so divine and beautiful that I felt my soul try to escape and fly northward to it: the fog.
Standing above the clouds, taking in the view of it as it rolled across the ocean and gently climbed the mountainside, my heart yearned for the redwoods.
Our current job will keep us employed and exploring the westside for at least two more months, so my heart will have to wait. For now, knowing we can catch a glimpse of that magic on walkabouts in places like these will have to keep my soul content.
Our current job will keep us employed and exploring the westside for at least two more months, so my heart will have to wait. For now, knowing we can catch a glimpse of that magic on walkabouts in places like these will have to keep my soul content.
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