This last weekend I hopped onto a plane, took a quick 59 minute plane ride to San Francisco, grabbed my bags, hopped onto the AirTrain to grab a rental car and hit the streets through the city, over the big bridge, through the winding pine trees, through millions of miles of cattle ranches, winding roads along the seaside and continued heading North to Pt. Reyes where I would spend the next three days in a real tree house with 8 women that I have never met.
Planes, trains and automobiles. Just me, myself and I headed to a tree house. Doesn't it sound amazing??? I know it..but you guys, it is so not me. I mean the plane ride, the teaching and not knowing the women, yes, but every other part of the beginning of my trip NO WAY...not me at all but I had made the decision that I was going to have Daring Faith (a current study at church right now) and I was going to do it, dang it!
I was going to practice BRAVE.
Me in my rental car, oh yes.
I not only drove myself OVER the bridge but then pulled off and got OUT of the car and took a stinkin picture of myself and of the bridge. Move the the heck over Kim K.After driving about 17 miles up the 101, I headed East, oh, maybe West, who knows..through MILES of road where I thought 1001 times, "Man, I hope I am going in the right direction..."Not really doubting, but seriously hoping that I was going the right way. I was so taken by the beauty, there was no time for doubt or fear. Gasp..when you shove all of that junk away, you realize and recognize the beauty everywhere....brilliant!
I safely arrived to my destination, I mean to the tree house three hours early (because that is the way I roll) and after driving up to note to myself that I had indeed arrived, I remember my pal Regina mentioning that there was a "Light House" in Pt. Reyes and since I had actually seen a sign that read "Lighthouse & Beaches" I put my little car into drive and continued north up the coast. SERIOUSLY, the regular me would have been just fine and dandy sitting in the drive way of the Tree House for three hours with no problem. I could have stitched, taken a nap and doodled, but this new "practice brave" me threw caution to the wind and went on a light house hunt.
Do I even like light houses? I don't know. I really had never thought about it, but maybe I do because I realized after I got home that I have had a heavy light house door holder thing for about 17 years, so maybe I do...anyways...
24 miles and an hour later of more where in the he!! am I going (yes I love Jesus but I cuss a little) and driving through 1000's of acres and cattle ranches
I found the end of the road and a little parking lot that was full of cars. I didnt see a lighthouse but the signs that I had followed along the way lead me to this spot so dang it, me, my camera, my skirt and flip flops got out and headed to where I thought the light house was. I just followed the people and thought I was going to where the light house was but really, where I went was not really where people were supposed to go. It was just shear cliffs and no chains or railings. I took a photo, figured that the light house must have "been there" at one time and honestly was satisfied and could have got back into my car because it was cold, windy and super foggy (duh, "lighthouse) check out my windy fog hair:As I headed back to my car, through the fog, I saw the sign about the "Light House" and figured it would tell me what happened to the lighthouse and why it wasn't there anymore. Really, what the sign told me was where the road was to hike to so that I could see the light house.
So me, my skirt and flop flops started up the road...along with the other people that were wearing pants, jackets, hats, walking with walking sticks, you know that kinda thing because it is a little bit of a hike.
My bad brave self just said the heck with it, I was there, I might as well go for it (although honestly, as times I did think that I must have had the word TOURIST in bright neon lights flashing over me. I mean, I know that everyone else there were hikers and tourists, but a skirt a flip flops?) I just decided to own it.
YOU GUYS....I think I was feeling and living brave. #hearmeroar
So here are a few of the amazing sights I saw on my "walk" to the lighthouse.
I got to the end of this road and while I didn't "see"the lighthouse, I saw lots of people on a look out, so I headed in that direction. I also saw a sign that said WARNING: "Walking these steps is the equivalent of a 30 story building."
Now, I am not a fraddy cat of stairs and will jump at the opportunity for some extreme cardio BUT NOT WITH MY FLIP FLOPS AND A SKIRT ON and just so you know, looking down and out at these stairs was like looking out at the Great Wall of China (not that I have been there, but I have seen photos)
Here it is:
I was picturing some awesome, huge, Cape Cod, H. Salt Fisherman, Thomas Kincade looking lighthouse.
So I took a picture of the flippin Lighthouse, turned around, started to head back to the road when I saw this tiny little heart on a rock that was the size of a two story house:
Then I knew that I had seen what I needed to see and happily flip-flopped back down the hill with my skirt and wet hair, back to the little parking lot, hopped in my car, drove back through through the cattle ranches, back out onto the highway and an hour later, with an hour left, pulled up into the driveway of the tree house and proceeded to smile at myself and take a nap.
Being brave is EXHAUSTING!
To Be Continued....