We enjoyed a slow moving Sunday morning under blue skies and warmer weather. Josh started to lead us in a yoga morning stretch on the beach, but Marlina and I eventually went rogue and just began doing our own thing. Sorry Josh we really do appreciate your enthusiasm and technique. We reluctantly said our goodbyes mid day and Ned and I headed out solo for our adventure.
As we headed over the mountains on our way into the desert I said to Ned, “Hurray, that should be the last of the cold or fog we should experience for the rest of the trip! I’m putting away my sweatshirts and coats and only living in shorts, flip flops and bathing suits from now on.” Well, the gods smiled down on me and laughed. We had heard about a small town called Oak Glen and thought it would be fun to stop there and walk around. By the time we reached it the only thing we saw was thick fog and temperatures plunging to the 50’s.
Oak Glen is touted as being a scenic loop of cherry and apple orchards, much like Apple Hill outside of Placerville. Because we literally couldn’t see, we decided to pull into an apple farm restaurant and have a late lunch. If we believe the signs, one can walk around a 14 acre village dotted with crafts and other folksy items. We settled on admiring the kitschy displays thru the windows as Ned ate the biggest chicken pot pie I have ever seen! Apparently, if you can eat everything on your plate seconds are free. Neither of us found out if that was true.
They are also famous for their mile high apple pies made with 5 pounds of apples. We didn’t bite.
By the time we left the restaurant the fog had lifted and the sun had begun to burn thru. The drive back down into the valley was amazing. We couldn’t believe we had missed so many apple orchards, bucolic farms and gorgeous flowers. Just love this poppy field we came upon.
We finally made it Joshua Tree National Park about 4ish and thoroughly enjoyed the temperature in the high 70’s. I’m not going to say a word if I’m enjoying the warmer weather just in case the sun god is listening in.
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