Went on an impromptu hike with some work friends today, to a place I've been SO CLOSE to for SO LONG, yet never knew was RIGHT THERE! We hiked back to a beautiful waterfall on a gorgeous February day in So Cal, munching our Uncrustables and granola bars as we went--and dodging branch after branch of poison oak! It was everywhere, and we all came into contact with it in some way, shape or form throughout the course of the day. And now it remains to be seen: who will survive?
On the way back from the hike, we pulled off onto a side road and followed the windy lane up to a monastery belonging (I think) to a branch of buddhism. I say "I think" because when we asked the lady who volunteered in the gift shop, even she was like, "That's a good question...I've asked the swamis here and never really gotten a straight answer..." or something like that. One of my friends in particular seemed really interested in what the monks/swamis were all about, even bought a book from their intensely incense-ful bookstore. I felt like I was walking around in a fragrant cloud while we were there, not quite sure what to say or do or where to go. Didn't have a whole lot to say during our visit; hoping an opportunity will come up this week to talk with my friend a little more about what we saw there...
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