Day 3- San Diego, California- Torrey Pines State Reserve

After an hour in the gardens, I felt like I had more in me. More energy to spend, considering my antibiotics were now behind me. I had to get some strength back.

When I was buying a comforter for Zoe in LA at West Elm, the woman who helped me was the sweetest. She made me feel like a rockstar. It was a tad odd but interesting to be lifted up in such a manner by a stranger. She complimented my eyes, told me I was amazing, she seemed obsessed and honestly I wasn’t even a big purchaser so I couldn’t quite figure it out- except maybe my light was shining that day 🙂

She listed out places to visit since I mentioned I was going to San Diego. One of them was Torrey Pines. I google mapped it and it was on my way back to the Airbnb so I decided to check it out.

I honestly thought I could just drive up but my maps kept turning me around. I almost gave up, but instead, parked along the beachfront like everyone else and decided to walk up.

I walked past the rocky beach. It was chilly but there were a few surfers and families picking up shells to collect.

I loved the heart shaped rocks perfectly balanced. Felt symbolic on how fragile love, life and balancing it all can be.

Something about the water here. Not necessarily the best looking beaches, but the landscape is perfect.

Have to be honest, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it up the hill. I saw older people doing it and kept encouraging myself, if they can do it, you can do it. But at one point, I was feeling quite winded and out of shape. Wishing I would’ve maybe eaten breakfast or packed some water. But when I reached the top, the views were incredible.

The top of the mountain had several trail options to follow.

I picked a short loop and understood how you could spend an entire day here given the right walking shoes.

Can you see the small people off in the distance on top of that rock? I never made it there.

I was happy I made it this far and glad I was able to see another part of what San Diego offered.

Loved seeing the pioneering women making a difference by preserving land for all of us to still enjoy today.

I decided this high point overlook was going to be my last climb. My legs were ready to head downhill at this point. I endured the many steps and even passed a toddler along the way.

I walked all the way up only to see the marshland below. Not quite a write home about view.

Later when speaking to Don about my hike, he said I never made it to the best part where you can walk down the mountain and then return by way of the beach. Definitely wished he was with me, I missed my tour guide.

Finally making my way back down to my parking spot as others were making their way up.

From this view you can see the cars parked along the beach. I walked about a mile up. Appreciating the wildflowers on the way down, but nothing was going to be as impressive as the magic of the gardens I viewed earlier.

I glanced down the beach one last time, then decided it was time for me to grab something to eat.

I found my way back to La Jolla village and found a Mexican restaurant with quite a crowd out front. A benefit of eating solo, you can always belly up to the bar.

I discovered Puesto brewed their own beers, so I tasted them all. Ordered a few overpriced tiny tacos, 9$ each, but damn delicious!

As I left I took a snapshot of the murals inside just to remember the place. I found the style of the birds adorable. As I get older, I find myself more and more aware and interested in birds. Its funny, I’m becoming my Maida.

Maybe this is what it is. Generally with all nature. Me getting back to the roots that inspire, teach and help me appreciate.

Day 3- San Diego Botanic Garden, California

Sunday came and I was exhausted from all the touring the day before. But I didn’t want to waste a day. Especially in a new city, free from work. So I google mapped my way to a botanical garden, because I aways enjoy those and it was only 1/2 hour away.

This art was in my bathroom. I feel its totally symbolic. I need to hear this some days. Its a simple truth but sometime hard to remember during the difficulties during darkness.

I headed to San Diego Botanic Garden which is off of Quail Gardens Drive. It is 37 acres and when reading the reviews, said to bring comfortable walking shoes.

The first tree I encountered was a beauty.

I snapped this photo of the map in case I needed it later.

Here were those wide based trees again. Called Elephant’s Foot.

Adorable kids area. Seemed as if a lot of families had memberships here.

These sweet buds, I adore their contrast with the thin sharp grassy leaves.

This tree’s shape was fascinating and relateable.

As I walked I appreciated the blooms and sun in February. Although it was still chilly here. Not quite the Sunny San Diego I expected.

When I got close up on the flowers I could see how intricately colored and textured they were. Mother Nature at Her best.

The cactus and the flower. Why do I love the opposites.

How do we not see the perfection in our own selves that was created from this same Master?

This texture. I have never seen on a tree before.

These trees were African and I have never seen quite a beautiful sight ever before.

I kept walking and was mostly alone but occasionally would run into the same couple.

I feel like this is a scene out of The Lion King. I love trees. I want to be one in my next life.

I admire the landscapers who also had to plan and design these gardens for us to appreciate and wonder at.

A close up view of anything reveals its true beauty.

Interesting characters designed with botanical accents.

I passed over a man made river with tropical foilage.

Back to an interesting cactus who looks like she is storytelling.

Day 2- San Diego, California

I found my way miraculously to my Airbnb which was off an alleyway situated behind other houses from the main street. I had to park off the alley, walk down the stairs, then walk up the stairs to a sliding glass door entry. In the end, flipping beautiful place. Complete with some much needed laundry which was the priority on this Friday eve.

Saturday I decided to check out the town and walk to get some much needed bottled water. I wasn’t sure if the tap was safe and only had one can of coca-cola from the night before. So I headed out starved in search of brunch and a grocery.

This cactus was the landmark on my street to tell me where to turn in and get back to my place which you can see on the upper left with the balcony.

I found this cool spot called The Republic, which I later found out was a chain. I ate at the bar since tables were a 45 minute wait. I loved how the kitchen was located inside the RV in the background. I ordered a mac and cheese with bacon and scrambled eggs. It was filling, I’ll say that!

Was a cute street with some local shops.

I met up with Don at 1pm and he drove me to a couple spots in our area to check out. One was a cave, which I would’ve loved to go into but the climb down was too steep and I wasn’t feeling up for the challenge.

This was the area where the cave was located.

The landscape was amazing! Unlike anything I’d ever seen before.

I found on Google Maps a location that was noted for whale watching so we headed that way after. It ended up being part of a National Park, and after much digging I found my newly purchased park pass which got us in for free. At first the officer at the gate was seriously doubting my word’ that I just purchased one. Since this was a new rent-a-car, I wasn’t sure where I’d placed it. I was totally impressed with myself pulling it out from under of all the pamphlets I had gathered for George. Always worth buying a National Park Yearly Pass when travelling out west.

The view after we parked and started walking up the hill to the lighthouse.

Amazing historical lighthouse, called Old Point Loma. Well preserved.

Inside was a lot of history. But also this cool light 🙂

Down below is the New Point Loma lighthouse. We didn’t make it down there but thought it was cute with the added palm trees.

Gorgeous views from above, but no whales.

Wildflowers blooming everywhere. I was really loving San Diego. If it wasn’t so expensive I could see myself living here.

Historical Cabrillo monument about the man that most likely discovered this city. Found this on Google: It commemorates the landing of Juan Rodríguez Cabrillo at San Diego Bay on September 28, 1542

Looking down from that location, you could see the ships coming in and the military airfield across the way.

I made Don stop at the National Cemetery that we passed on the way in. We were both entertained that the wall was built from some of the remains.

I love the simplicity and symmetry of the military cemeteries.

Don told me that A Few Good Men scene was filmed here, or maybe Top Gun. I can’t remember which, but totally see why they would choose this location.

After walking and admiring the peninsula we found, Don wanted to take me down to see a city view of San Diego.

We went to a Bayview Park and sat for a bit looking across at the city. He told me how there was a huge naval base and how his father was in the Navy.

The Navy presence was more obvious when I looked around.

I asked Don what this kind of tree was and his joke was always a “birch tree. I think he’s never seen a birch tree before. I was telling him how fun it was for me to see all the different trees here because in Ohio the trees look different. I do think this tree was interesting, peeling, almost.

We ended up at a dinner spot that offered this view as the sun fell. It was a perfect day. A great tour of the city!

This quote made me think. Our focus. Our perspective. Our choices.

Beverly Hills and Santa Monica- California

After visiting Zoe’s offices we were determined to go buy some work clothes to update Zoe’s wardrobe. We google mapped our way to a mall but after pulling into the parking garage, the madness of finding any open spots was enough to make us nuts. We pulled out, after bumper to bumper garage hell, and weren’t sure where to go next.

We passed Beverly Hills on our way, so we back tracked and decided to take a look. I had never been before. Rodeo Drive here comes this poor ass! Along with other like minded tourists.

We walked past where they were setting up the tents for the Academy Awards Show which was happening the following day.

Loved this message. Now sadly illegal in some states.

Had to snap a shot of the touristy sign with the rest of the foreigners.

This tree is what made me want to go back to this area. I mean seriously!!!! We drove past it on the way in and I was like- I have to see that tree!

Some beautiful sculpture to admire along the pathways.

Another show stopper tree in the middle of the city.

OMG my outfits are embarassing. I swear the older I get, the more I just don’t care if I clash. Maybe I’ll turn into one of those crazy old women. Zoe snapped this one of me, giving the pose a mimic, without the balancing act.

The windows spectacular. It was fun not having to walk far but seeing all the designer brands.

We walked up this short little street which was so quaint.

The cars parked and driving up and down were show stoppers. It was like the small town circuit of Main Street, but this was Beverly Hills and the vehicles were worth hundreds of thousands.

Walking back we stopped at a privately funded cactus garden. There was one bum sleeping on the bench who left upon our arrival.

On a overcast day, these succulents were worth breathing in.

I wonder if other people admire cactus like I do?

We parked along the Beverly Hills residential side streets and as we drove off we literally were stunned by some of the landscaping outside the homes! This house even had wildlife sculptures.

We decided to keep driving and routed ourselves to Santa Monica Beach, just to check it out. I have never been and wanted to see what the Pier was all about.

View from across the way. We parked in a secure garage for only 10$ but had a bit of a walk to see the sites.

Noticed these animals burrowing into the hillside. We later found out they are called California Ground Squirrels.

As we approached the pier, there was a man blowing these remarkable bubbles!

Visibility was very limiting. But that didn’t stop the families from coming out.

Right off the pier we saw this beautiful mural.

The art vibe here is so unique. Very different than any other city.

We found a Mexican restaurant that offered two for one margaritas, so we sat for a few. After that we decided to check out the Nordstrom’s, which was across the street from us, and Zoe scored some awesome work clothes. Amazing how things work out if you go with the flow. The mall just wasn’t meant to be.

We took the outdoor shopping walkway back to our car. It had started to rain, but it was still warm.

There was a DJ playing who I am sure expected a better weathered Saturday night.

Took this last shot of what looked like an older pavilion now turned ice-cream shop.

BET- Zoe’s Offices, Los Angeles

I was so happy that Zoe invited me out to see her offices. We stopped by after having a late brunch the following weekend. I was finally feeling better and wanted to get out. She figured out how to take the bus and goes into work at least once a week. This was the weekend, so only the cleaning crew were around to meet.

Outside the building which is pretty secure.

The walkway to the check in point, where Zoe scanned her official badge.

Inside felt like it was its own resort or movie set. Took this photo of the Writer’s Building.

It was pristine! Who wouldn’t want to work here? They offered free coffee and snacks and the building was modern and inspiring.

This is what a first job should look like. Very different than my small shared cubbies in Manhattan.

Apparently everyone is just starting to get back into the office habits after a long stint of Covid remote work.

I was debating with Sedona last night about whether it should be required or not. She felt like it was my generation pushing it on the younger generation, who is perfectly content working behind the screen and not being forced to interact with coworkers.

Now working remote myself, I see the differences. I can’t imagine who I would be if I hadn’t spent my first job days with other assistants my age, quickly becoming friends and helping each other with work, life and getting into trouble. Or how different my knowledge would be if I didn’t later work at SKL, becoming friends over the years with many who otherwise would’ve never crossed my path. The diversity of the people you meet at work vs every day life on your own. The help and understanding you receive and give when face to face vs emailing.

I enjoy the flexibility of remote work. Especially now that I am older. But I can’t imagine my life without the requirement of being in an office. Just food for thought as companies transition between varying opinions on this topic.

So happy to see her work location. I remembered when my mom and dad would come visit me in New York and take my bosses out to lunch. I wished I could’ve met her boss, Kim, who is so very supportive and encouraging. I know we will get along.

Walking back down their hedge-lined security wall. LA surprises me. I look forward to discovering more that there is to uncover.

Los Angeles, California

Moving in was quite a feat and was tough to get settled. Zoe didn’t come with any furniture pieces so unpacking was challenging until we figured out the floor plan/layout of her studio, what we should buy and where to place it all.

She found a Habitat for Hunanity store where we scored several key pieces! It was a start.

As we were settling, I was also trying to see what was new and what there was to appreciate in her new neighborhood. Where to walk… and where not to.

I would often wake up earlier than Zoe and one morning decided to head out for a walk. I would say a friendly “hello” to all the neighbors as I passed. I put on my “Kassie” smile and tried to make friends wherever I walked. Even talked to a delivery man and a skateboarder wearing this new mom persona of mine.

There are plenty of blooming trees. Also shocked at how many lemon trees freely grow along the sidewalks. Free to pick.

Zoe in her space- trying to figure it all out. She is blessed to have such a huge closet!

I walked past this fun Mexican Restaurant just a couple blocks away and noted the Public Storage as a landmark to seek to get back my bearings.

My goal was this unique coffee shop about 1 mile away in Silver Lake area under the main hwy that separated us.

I spotted it. It was a lighthouse shaped cafe with no indoor seating.

The menu was all plant based, vegan, etc- and no prices on the menu.

I spent 40$ on a couple coffees and sandwiches. I carried one set home and Zoe claimed it was the best and worth the 20$ price tag.

I opted for a ham and cheese croissant with an espresso. Very European of me 🙂 Classy place offering sparkling water also.

Loved the messages on the sidewalk. Was sporting my crazy comfort sneaker Ms. Deb bought for me when I returned from Phuket.

Simple messages on the doors- brilliant.

After waking up, eating some breakfast, Zoe and I had a day ahead of us of furniture shopping. As we were driving we spotted this adorable open aired bar/cafe. We pulled into a parking spot right outside and decided to get a snack there. Love days with flexible agendas. Everyone needs them.

Anyone that knows me knows I have to order the beer called “bunny with a chainsaw”.

Was soaking in the much needed fresh air. LA must be known for all its open venues.

The bartender explained that every beer from this brewery had a story on the can.

Zoe opted for a Bloody Mary- and we both left happy.

I took a snap shot of where we were so we wouldn’t forget the area. Not far from where she is living- in Koreatown.

Later as we went shopping I admired their frank signage.

I also adored how the crossing for pedestrians has its own light. I never experienced that before. Cars take turns. Then ‘all go’ walking from every corner, all at the same time.

Admiring the architecture in this location.

And of course the palm tree lined streets that symbolize LA.

A much later finally settled “after shot”. Perfect first apartment. Perfect location. Feeling very fortunate to have been part of exploring and helping her settle there.

Manhattan and Hermosa Beach- California

After escaping Bear Lake, a total blessing looking back now, seeing the many feet of snow they got the weekend after- I was back at Zoe’s studio apartment alone. She was staying in a hotel for the Image Awards Show, a black tie event. She was working in their hospitality department organizing and welcoming guests. I was excited that she was going to wear one of my skirts I’d saved from a wedding I was in back in the 90s. So fun that my 20s aged fashion is back in just in time for hers. I saved a lot of what I thought was my cool stuff and love how my daughters embrace it.

So I was left alone and intended to surprise her with helping her to unpack and get her situated in her new apartment. You know, cleaning, hanging pictures, etc. But instead I found myself barely able to move. I made an appointment at the urgent care and found out I had bronchitis and covid. Thank God for antibiotics. My weekend was spent sleeping on her mattress on the floor.

I did manage to order her a bed frame which she later cursed me for while putting it together. Somehow shopping online is still manageable while 😷 ill.

I didn’t want Zoe to return and have to endure my coughing and complete dependence so I booked another random Airbnb. The weather here was rainy, gloomy and chilly. Much like the Ohio weather I left behind. Now sick, all I wanted was peace and sleep.

I drove out of town and it was the first time I’d seen the LA downtown area.

As I pulled down the street of my Airbnb I knew I had picked the right place with the Italian tree lined street. Fantastic trees!!

The place I selected was based on pricing. It appeared to be only 20 minutes from Zoe’s place. Once I arrived and medicated up, I tried to rest only realizing yet again these LA homes don’t have heat.

The next morning I texted the owner who told me there was an electric space heater in the closet and I basically had that by my side as I worked and slept through my Monday.

I didn’t want to waste my entire stay in bed so I dragged my butt down the street 15 minutes to Manhattan Beach before I lost daylight

It was so quiet. Chilly. Empty. Well maintained. Beautiful.

A ton of volleyball courts. Housing along the paved walkways where many locals were out walking their dogs.

I walked down the pier and stopped to watch a few people enjoying the water.

My energy was low but I felt renewed forcing myself to see natures beauty again. Seeing the ocean was much needed. If I left this great Earth tomorrow I would be filled.

I loved capturing my elongated shadow as I looked back up the street that brought me here. My place was literally 15 minutes off Manhattan Beach Ave.

The next day I mentioned to the owner of my company that I walked the seaside in attempts to feel better. She told me I was very close to where she used to live, Hermosa Beach.

I decided I would try to make time to go there to send her a few photos before I left this area of California.

The next day was the end of the month and I knew I had to return Crystal to the rental place. What I wasn’t sure of was if they would allow me to do so in LA. I was told by the Cincinnati location that I had to come back to Cincy, but I was told by others that Cali area was desperate for cars so they’d usually accept them. What do I know? I never read the fine lines of anything I agree to.

I drove to LAX and waited in my car for the man to check if any charges would occur. He said I was good to go. I asked where I could rent a car (instead of the big van I had) and he directed me inside. As I waited in line ( don’t worry I was not contagious according to the doctor since I’d had my symptoms for two weeks prior to diagnosis- again, what do I know?) a receipt popped up in my email saying I was charged $2000 for my car return.

When I got to the counter I told the employee that I wanted my van back. He said it couldn’t happen because they closed the agreement. I explained what was told to me vs what I was charged and he went to discuss with the manager. We went back and forth for over an hour. I had tears silently running down my face and felt like I was going to vomit. This was pushing my physical and emotional limits. I don’t have $2,000 to throw away like that. I started spiraling thinking about what I could’ve done with that money instead.

I kept saying there had to be some way to change it. Eventually, Alvin, who kept telling me it would be okay, miraculously reopened my account and had to assign me a new van at a higher cost but I had to return it to Cincinnati in 14 days. I felt so sick, I had no idea how in the world I was going to make that happen. I knew I couldn’t drive back alone. I had no strength. I couldn’t stop crying. Poor Alvin kept saying “ don’t cry Tonya” and I kept saying I couldn’t help it.

When I left, I found the new rental and completely lost it in the car. After a few deep breaths, I decided to go to Hermosa Beach in attempts to reset my distraught brain. George tried to call but I told him I didn’t want to talk.

The homes were interesting along the walkway.

I captured this and sent it to the owner to enjoy as she remained in the snow of Colorado.

Truly breathtaking. The sky. The emptiness. The pier in the background with the lifeguard station.

Forcing myself through. Grabbed a coffee for energy.

California beaches are different than the Carolina’s or Florida’s. I really appreciated being able to see them.

The rainbow may now be illegal in Florida or Missouri ( according to Georges NPR updates). That was sarcasm.

Across from the pier was a wide area filled with restaurants and shops.

Statue by the pier. Surfing is everywhere. I think if I lived here I’d learn. But I’d have to buy a wet suit. That may not happen.

Why are natures color combinations so perfect?

I kept trying to appreciate what I was taking in.

Walked past this mural on my way out. Also walked past quite a few sun baked beach bums that must live in the area.

Succulent landscaping is so new to me. Is really beautiful.

The trees here are also so different than what I’m used to seeing in the Midwest. It’s fun to see new shapes and leaves. So unique.

As I drove back to the Airbnb I called George. I started crying again describing how I couldn’t get my car back and how I had to drive this new van, which I couldn’t figure out, back to Cincinnati. How I may need antidepressants. I couldn’t get control of my emotions.

He said “ What day do you need to have the car back in Cincinnati?” Then he said, okay, I just booked a flight. I’ll come and drive you home.

I immediately felt comforted and secure again. ❤️

Day 1- San Diego, California

Fortunately for me, my company hired a new employee in my department and they asked if I would help onboard him. Our systems are crazy and learning remotely was truly difficult for me. I have since trained two others who have done great and I think they were hopeful I would do the same again.

The location was San Diego. It was a perfect excuse for me to drive down from LA and explore this new area!

Driving down I took my time. I visited one of our domestic tee shirt factories on the way and then took local routes. Detoured to Newport Beach and parked for a bit to walk the pier and grab some coffee.

Saw some amazing views from the car as I drove along the ocean. I learned the state parks charge 15$ to go in, so there was not pit stopping for a peak. Wasn’t worth it unless you were spending some time.

Loved seeing the homes up on the mountains catching the view of the Pacific.

And the tree lined streets going through small ocean towns.

Was admiring the surroundings as I walked to meet my coworkers for dinner.

After dinner, Don asked if I had plans, which of course I did not, except the plan to find my Airbnb safely. He offered to drive me to see the seals. I was excited, I’d never seen them live before, just in other people’s posts and on tv.

As he drove we were chasing the sun set.

We couldn’t find parking so I jumped out as he circled around. Looking down from the edge I saw the seals as if washed ashore. The coloration with the sunset was perfect.

I tried to zoom in to see their features but honestly they look a lot like rocks. They don’t move a whole lot.

I walked around and was loving this new landscape!

Happy that I had a tour guide that knew all the right spots.

Don and I taking a selfie. We had a full week together and many memories to make.

Snapped a shot of my new location. Left Zoe behind to put together all the furniture I ordered. Honestly happy I wasn’t there to be required to help, I really am no good at following directions or doing anything mechanical.

I have a week here. Can’t wait to show you the beauty.

Big Bear Lake, San Bernardino National Forest, California

I’m learning a lot of lessons out here in California. Many that I wish could’ve waited. Many showing me how flying by the seat of your pants and not reading things thoroughly can bite you in the ass. Usually it doesn’t really get to me. I tend to roll with it. I tend to make decisions and stick with them, good or bad. But somehow there is a pause I was meant to learn here.

After moving Zoe into her studio, I wanted to get away for a bit. To allow her the time to settle. To get out of each other’s way for a break. And to explore a new area, since that was another reason for me to be here.

I randomly looked up Airbnbs that were affordable for a three night stay. I still wasn’t feeling well and thought getting my own space may help me to sleep more soundly and get the rest I needed. I booked a place at Big Bear Lake, while eating breakfast. Didn’t really even know how far away it was but knew I had a car and time.

I headed up there on Monday, President’s Day, a weird random national holiday that for some reason my company observes. Going to check out on Thursday, to get back to Zoe’s place since I knew she had the Image Awards to attend to. I wanted to make sure someone was going to be at her place to keep unpacking and being able to receive any furniture deliveries in route.

Driving up it was a sunny California day. Bright and happy. I was loving the palms with the mountains next to the colorful flowers. Picture perfect nature.

I stopped and filled my gas tank which put me into a bit of sticker shock. I am thankful to be renting a fuel efficient hybrid car. There are a ton of Tesla’s on the roads out here and I can understand why.

The entrance to the mountain. Hwy 18. I was excited to be seeing another national forest.

I took my time and pulled over wherever there was availability, courtesy allowing any locals who weren’t impressed by the scenery, to pass me.

There was bumper to bumper traffic coming down the mountain. I was smug with myself booking during the week, avoiding the weekend rental cost increases and crowds.

As I kept climbing I kept finding myself in awe of the views.

The entire drive up was one sharp 20 MPH curve after another along the edge of the two lane road. Nerve wracking to drive so I was thankful for the breaks.

It was fun to see some families enjoying the snow as if they had never experienced it before. They were touching it and kids were laughing.

Was truly pissed to see how humans spray painted the rocks here. I mean why? So sad the lack of respect and appreciation. I believe this is when we reached about 2000 feet altitude.

I watched a group start hiking down this trail and thought it would be fun to do maybe one evening after work. The confusing part was there was no parking anywhere along the streets, so they must have walked from their place nearby.

Crystal and I started hitting bumper to bumper traffic right as we entered the city limits by the lake.

Tried to see from Life360 how far apart Zoe and I now were.

On Tuesday, I texted a guy that I work with who lives in LA to see if we could meet for lunch while I am visiting out here, and he said probably better if we arrange a date after the storm passes through. I questioned, “what storm”.

Then Wednesday I got a text from my friend Susan who used to live out in California, but who is now appropriately back in NYC, who sent me a link to a huge winter storm warning for the mountains I was now in. I can see how not watching the news can be an issue at times like these. I texted my Airbnb to ask if there was concern and they said just be sure to buy tire chains. I was like….hmmmm- not going to do that. But then Susan informed that its the law and you were required to have them on in certain conditions in the mountains.

So, off I went to find tire chains. I had no idea what I was doing. I went to AutoZone, a familiar auto brand store and there was a line already with every person buying just that. Two ladies in front of me told me to go take a photo of my tires so they knew the proper size. Then I asked them if they knew how to put them on and they said no, but they were going to “you tube it”. That sounded right. I asked if they were alone and they said yes. They were also planning to leave on Thursday.

It was fun seeing fellow women out there braving it. Thinking we can handle such crisis. Gave me confidence. Only exception is they were wearing full snow suits and I didn’t even pack gloves.

I drove to at least see the lake before the snow fell. I found a nature reserve and took a few photos.

Clouds were quickly rolling in and the wind chill was dropping fast. Thought best to get my butt back to the Airbnb for the night with my 200$ chains in the passenger seat.

It was eerie seeing the clouds start swallowing the mountains.

The visibility kept getting worse on the drive back. At this time, I was thinking I was smart not to try to drive down the mountain tonight.

I watched from my dead end street cabin window as the snow started to accumulate.

It was picturesque with the icicles. It only looked to be about 8″ on the ledge. I am from northern Ohio, I got this right?

This is what I encountered on the morning I needed to leave. Luckily the Airbnb provided a shovel. My coworker, Chelsea, suggested I put socks on my hands since I didn’t have any gloves. That worked for a bit. Then eventually became sopping wet and freezing. I kept jumping into my car and warming up.

I had to drag a full sized suitcase up this hill which actually has steps below. At one point my foot sunk and the snow came all the way up to my knee. I had to grab onto the handrail to pull myself over the wall.

After shoveling for 1.5 hours and trying to move my car, which did not budge a bit, I decided to convince the Airbnb to let me stay. They wouldn’t. Claiming they had new tenants coming up the mountain that night. Good luck to them! I couldn’t even get my car out of the parking space.

I decided to call a tow truck. One company charged 900$ minimum. Then I remembered I had AAA. Thank God that works everywhere in the USA. They hooked me up. The tow truck arrived but could barely make it down my road and then admitted they couldn’t get me out.

I was told to call another tow requesting a certain type of truck That was going to be an even longer wait than the 2.5 hours I just waited. I was at my wits end. But I called and got in the que.

Totally reminded me of Findlay winter high school days. No proper clothes. Just layers.

I want you to know I tried SO HARD to appreciate the beauty. I snapped a few photos, but my heart wasn’t in it. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to ever get out of my situation alive. 🙂

Trying to look up’ physically and metaphorically.

I started texting a few Airbnbs nearby to see if they would lower their rates for me to stay the weekend, IF I could get there. Then hearing the snow was supposed to get worse on Saturday I really just wanted to get down the hill.

I saw a man, obviously local not tourist, snow blowing out some driveways. I approached him and asked advise. He came over and said my parking spot was in a drop and no way I would get out without chains. I told him I had chains if he could put them on. So he did. I paid him 40$ cash. (just guessing what would be a decent thank you amount) He then brought his snowblower over and another shovel and finished digging me out. I told him I was waiting for another tow. He said they wouldn’t be there for another 3 hours. He asked if I would allow him to try to drive the car out. Absolutely! And he did!

I cried, hugged him, and asked if he’d take Venmo. He of course did and I sent another 100$. I asked him if he thought I could make it down the mountain. I was literally scared to death. He said take it slow and I’d be fine.

Never driven with these before. The guy that sold them told me not to use them on pavement ever. So….there’s that. Not sure what I was going to do once I reached the bottom of the mountain and need to get onto a highway to LA.

They had an officer positioned where you had to stop and he checked if you had chains and then waved you on. You could not see the road. It was completely white and the snow was blowing across off the trees and mountains. I only snapped these photos when I felt safe.

So excited to see some tire tracks and a car to follow. I will say the chains were miraculous. I never slid.

Again, may have been able to appreciate how beautiful it all was, if I wasn’t driving in this situation.

And then just like that (after 1 hour of 15 MPH) the landscape changed. I thought, people down here have NO idea what’s up there.

As soon as I started to question if I should be removing my chains, there was an entire police blockade where people were pulled over putting on chains to go up. So I pulled over and asked a guy to help take mine off and he said, okay for 20$. Thank goodness I had one more 20 in my wallet. Thank you George for teaching me to always have cash while travelling.

As I drove to LA there was a beautiful hole in the clouds.

Then a rainbow as I hit the city. I took a deep breath and thanked God and asked him to be great to that guy up the mountain who saved me.

But as I pulled down the road two homeless men jumped out into the street and were fighting right in front of my car. The one had a knife and was stabbing, or attempting to stab the other. I didn’t know what to do, so I honked my horn and it must have triggered the knife holder to jolt back to reality and he ran away. Then the one left behind in his purple jogging suit got up and dropped his back pack and all the contents spilled out.

I’d love to end by saying I got out of my car and helped him. But I didn’t. I failed that test. Call it instinct. Call it my nerves were already shot. I don’t know. I wish I can do better. Help more people when challenged. Maybe awareness is just the beginning.

Day 4- Carlsbad, New Mexico: Carlsbad Caverns and White Sands National Park

The night in New Mexico was interrupted by gale force winds. I felt like the house was going to blow away like in The Wizard of Oz. I honestly have never heard anything like it before. Neither of us slept well but had another 8 hour drive ahead of us when we woke the next day and two pit stops planned.

Zoe booked us a self guided tour at the Carlsbad Cavern National Park for 9:30 am. So we hit the road by 8:30 and let our day begin!

I googled best breakfast and found the Blue House Cafe located a couple blocks from where we were.

Inside was like Cheers, everyone knew everyone. It was quite crowded and all seats were filled. We were lucky to grab a small two seater by the counter. Their espresso was amazing.

It was a quaint joint and a gentleman with a 1 foot long handlebar mustache sat behind us. Another local went to chat with him discussing this ridiculous “green energy and Biden this and Biden that. I stiffened up and got the hell out of there. I could tell that the mustache man didn’t necessary agree since his replies were very limited and not encouraging but also not argumentative. I suspected they knew Zoe and I were not from there.

I took the day off work to try to enjoy the National Parks. We drove about 35 minutes away and then started seeing this landscape out Crystal’s window! I mean seriously?! Just amazing this land.

We passed a semi truck, overturned by the winds, luckily on the other side of the highway. Hoping it would be cleared by the time we came back. Roads out here are different and as Virlane advised me- stick to the highways.

As we drove into the park entrance I was literally oohing and aweing at nature. I swear being out west just reminds me of how small and insignificant we are.

Loved the solar power at the entrance to the caverns.
We struggled walking due to the winds. Thankfully most was underground.

We walked to the outdoor entrance to the cave and discovered another outdoor amphitheater. I guess they have some sort of bat viewing at night. See Zozo in the corner. She is such a great sport about modeling for me.

It was very cool and such a perfect time to come out in February where we lucked out with the blue sky days and very few humans.

Truth be told, we took the elevator down to the cave level to save 1/2 hour in time since we knew we still had a 3 hour drive to White Sands planned. I wondered if the winds would be kicking up there too. Would make for a miserable visit.

This is the largest caverns in the USA. It was about a mile to walk through the main area. It took quite some time and every turn was fascinating.

Couldn’t believe how well my photos turned out.

Literally a new form of nature’s art. I was definitely getting the good Lord’s message. I felt at peace as I walked and wondered.

Zoe and I split up and walked alone. I had so many thoughts going through my head as I followed the pathways.

The creative inspiration. The unbelievable ability in nature. The discovery.

Was an absolutely beautiful way to start our day.

I told Zoe that she was going to have to take the night shift with her young eyes this time. So I took the wheel to White Sands.

Blessed by google, we were routed through the Lincoln National Forest and discovered an entirely different landscape and even some snow as we hit the Sacramento Mountains.

I kept directing Zoe to take photos. It was just all so beautiful. You can’t possibly capture it.

I pulled over and got out to snap this one. I can’t imagine getting used to this landscape. Look at that sky in combination with the rocks and snow.

I wondered if I could live out here or if the closed minded small town mentality would wear on me.

Yep it was cold. I was glad I packed my hat.

After coming down from the forest, this was our view.

The winds died down and we hit White Sands National Park and hiked a trail. It woke Zoe up. She was like a kid again. This was the only place I had been too before but wanted my daughter also to experience it.

Zoe found her natural chair. The colors here are undescribable.

We drove to another section to take in the boardwalk.

I wish we had more time to stay, but still 4 more hours to go and the sun was starting to set. We needed to get to Bisbee, Arizona. A location recommended to me by my good friend from Phuket, Virlane. So just like that, taken from her texted suggestion, off we went to southern Arizona.

Again capturing the most magnificent sunset.

Zoe drove down highway 80, a two lane narrow road in the darkest black of night you can imagine in the desert. We passed 13 border patrol officers in one hour which made Zoe very nervous. We also had about a dozen desert mice run randomly across the road. At first we thought we were hallucinating, but finally we caught focus. I told her just embrace for the “crunch- do not swerve. Luckily they all lived.

At one point while we were driving we turned on the brights and literally jolted as we saw tall mountains literally beside us. We had no idea what we were missing in the dark. But we arrived safely to our ecclectic Airbnb which was adorable.

The ceilings were draped in various fabric yardage.

The bedrooms were a collection of any and all cool things.

Unfortunately this place did not have heat. Only small space heaters which did no justice in the winter freeze that fell upon us that evening. I woke to the freezing rain on the metal roof as I buried my head under the covers for heat.