After my first blog post yesterday, I was overcome with a plethora of things that I could write about and fill my blog with. I challenged myself to write at least one a day, and was really looking forward to writing today. However, as I sat down to write, nothing came to me. Jake suggested that I write about what we did today, so what follows is a story of one of our many misadventures. Credit is graciously given to Jake for the inspiration…
Earlier this morning, Jake and I, along with his puppy, Florentine, went to Carbon Canyon in Brea. (Florentine is not actually a puppy, but that’s what I call her, much easier to say than Florentine) So, the three of us hiked the dirt path and followed it to the redwoods. The redwoods were tall, but not as tall as I expected them to be. I also expected there to be hundreds more than there actually were. I was thinking “Trail of Hundred Giants Trailhead in Porterville” big. I was wrong, of course, but I was not disappointed. I learned from the signs how the redwoods came to be and why they aren’t as big and numerous as I expected. Jake also spotted some rocks, all stacked up and balanced atop one another. I didn’t snap a photo, but am thankful for whoever took the time to balance the rocks for others to see and enjoy.
On our way back to the park, Jake spotted a snake in the bushes and heroically diverted Florentine away from it. (Puppy was never in any danger, but could have been if Jake wasn’t paying attention) I didn’t see the snake AT ALL, what with my dark-shaded glasses and being distracted by the nature surrounding me. Thank goodness he is more observant and more aware of his surroundings than I am. Long story short, I have learned that I am not a good pet-parent…As always, I am extremely thankful that Jake is willing to hike with me, that he protects our puppy from venomous snakes, and that he gives me inspiration when I don’t see any in sight.
All of this is to say that inspiration can strike anywhere, and then become obsolete when it’s actually time to sit down and write! Despite all of the inspiring things that I thought of yesterday and today, I still needed a push in the right direction. So here is a takeaway from our misadventure of the day: Inspiration can be anywhere, anything, or anyone…deep in the redwoods of Brea, deadly Arizona black rattlesnakes, or a man named Jake (not the guy from StateFarm, but my Jake).