We started out to buy eggs, driving to the 15th Hole Missy’s market, just a mile away, a wonderful local business and another of the assets to living here (including Julian CA and their famous apple pies and the wineries, mountain drives and hikes and Old town Temecula.) Not ready to return home, we started driving off-road, up the mountain toward Mt. Palomar in our old friend the Rubicon Jeep–and up and up and up we went. The GPS was providing the route. Paul is a stellar 4 x 4 wheel navigator and we took in the beautiful views occurring every inch of the way. (including the snow on the ground). Occasionally we would see vehicles heading down the mountain and anticipate a wide-ish spot to stop and let them pass. We conversed with many, full of smiles and hellos. They were doing what we were doing, fleeing he woes of our country’s most awful week. Our goal was the intersection with the paved descent road or the road to mount Palomar’s telescope site at (FYI) upwards of 6155′ above sea level.
A friendly couple in another Rubicon paired with us on the descent, until we got a warning light about hot oil. Paul checked under the hood and all seemed OK. We continued and did catch up with our companion Rubicon. The ride down was as beautiful as the ride up. I did develop a bit of a headache from the high altitude, drinking as much water as I could swallow but now age sensitive to high altitudes. Turning onto Route 79 N we arrived home 2 1/2 hours later to safely place the eggs in a more serene place, the refrigerator. What a driver is my hubby Paul, switching to lower gears as necessary, whipping around the bumps and holes and having a ball. Whoopee! Live for every day, The sun is shining.