Sunday Drive with NancyJean
September 26, 2021
The plan…We will hit the road at 6:30am, Sharp! The reality was a little more like 8:40am. It’s still a good start. Anytime we can skate through Corona Del Mar before 9 is a good start.
We took the coast down through Newport Beach, Corona Del Mar, Laguna, Dana Point … we shot through Capo Beach, next to the railroad tracks that run alongside the beach on one side and the cliff that Kevin restored in the mid-1990’s from a land slide on the other. I used to drive my Z28 Camaro as fast as it would go along that stretch when the road was blocked off for the construction… well over 100mph. NancyJean can feel it, but she is content to cruise closer to the speed limit. We press on towards San Clemente, the seaside town that seems to hold its eclectic beachy vibe despite the progress of brand name coffee houses with drive thru service that have inundated most other places. We pass a Taco Bell and give a curtesy wave to our family that live in the neighborhood just beyond it.
At last, our first stop, Surfin Donuts, three double espresso’s, a ham and cheese croissant for Kevin, a blueberry fritter for Noah, and my treasure, the best glazed donut in the entire world. I have to close my eyes at the first bite. There is nothing like it… my teeth sink through as though it is a cloud, the sweetness is gentle and cozy. It is perfect.
We get back on the bikes and take a few turns and are back on I5 South. I call this part the Autobahn, the highway goes through the military land of Camp Pendleton, so there are no on or off-ramps for a long stretch. The speed limit seems to be a vague theory at best. I hug the slow lane, and my sweet husband and son tolerate me.
At the sign for hwy 76, we merge off, cutting through Oceanside, past hwy 15, past the fruit stand where we will buy honey on the way back home. The traffic gets progressively more absent, the road is becoming ours.
There are mountain peaks within sight. A layer of clouds lingers about. My son points them out. My husband says we will be in them soon enough. My mind remembers Jesus referring to himself as the stairway between heaven and earth (John 1:51), as the Led Zepplin song, Stairway to Heaven, competes.
The curves are fantastic as we climb higher. It is so misty that I need to wipe my shield off from time to time. I try raising it and that is better, although I have to blink a lot. It gets thicker; I can barely see my husband in front of me. We are in the cloud. We are a part of heaven on earth.
We emerge and pull over for a photo. You can see a few peaks in the sea of clouds in the distance. Our road ends at the turn off for Palomar Observatory to one side and Lake Henshaw to the other. We stop for more stretching and photos. It is sunny and green up here in the thick of the forrest.
My husband leads us down towards Lake Henshaw. At a vista point two dogs greet us with nervous barking. Their owner calls them back, though they still had a lot to say. We are high above the lake and it is so pretty. It is much warmer on this side of the mountain.
The curves are broad and the pavement is fresh and smooth. We are the only ones on this side; there are vistas every turn or two… it is a feeling of space. We have space and time and motion in a setting of evolving beauty and the technical challenges that make riding so engaging, downshifting and throttle, lean left, press right… there is everything and nothing going on at the same time, and the outside world doesn’t exist. There are no wars, no politics, no bills to pay as we escape to this wonderland.
Josie’s Hideaway is the end of the road for this trip. There are bikes galore parked outside and a band called Whiskey Ridge playing in front of a giant American Flag. We are a motley crew, in our riding gear, yet we blend right in. We dined on sandwiches and sodas – I don’t drink soda too often, but on a long ride, sugar and caffeine bring a welcome dose of energy.
The Hideaway sits on a horseshoe entrance. Kevin says to go left as we leave because he wants to see the group of BMW motorcycles. I go right, my head is still in the clouds, he just laughs and catches up to me.
We are back on hwy 76, but it is an entirely different stretch with fresh sights and curves. Before too long we are at the fruit stand with the fresh honey that inspired this journey, and on our way back home soon after that.
We are quiet on the ride back, apart from an occasional complaint about hazardous drivers and sore muscles. We stay on the freeway, rather than take the scenic Pacific Coast Highway… It’s been a wonderful day.
Judy in the Sky 