15 November 2015

Los Liones Trail, #trailtalk

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
-Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
I wanted to leave the house by 6:30 to beat morning LA traffic, but I didn't even wake up until 7:37. There was no point in leaving until any time after 9:30 by that point. I love the South Bay, but I think I stay here a lot more than I would like to because of traffic. Traffic and noise and crowds all mesh together sometimes and build up like plaque inside me for so long before I finally need to just get away.

Los Liones Trail is not exactly the ultimate getaway, you still hear helicopters and there are still snobby LA people with their dogs on trails that are clearly marked "No Dogs Allowed on Trail" - but anything that really puts you out there in the backwoods is snowcapped or too far to travel for a dayhike right now. I do love this trail.

On the way, sitting in PCH traffic, we passed by our favorite donut place. It's literally just called Best Donuts, and while you can argue that it's difficult to mess up a deep fried ball of dough with sugar on top, I've had my fair share of bad donuts (Voo Doo Donuts in Portland, for starters) to know a good donut when I have one. We grabbed 3 each - a maple bar, glazed old fashioned, and vanilla sprinkles for him and a vanilla sprinkles, glazed blueberry, and some weird Asian eggy donut that I've grown rather fond of for me. Buzzing with sugar and homemade cold brew (a detailed Lotus DIY post for later), we got on the trail sometime after 10:45. It was a Thursday, and it was clear. It felt so damn good to feel dirt beneath my feet and my muscles actually working.

The top of the trail, pictured above, is what we come for. It's a little over 7 miles roundtrip. It's not hard, it's no Mt. Baldy. But it takes time. Trail Talk is one of our favorites. It means we have relatively uninterrupted moments where we just digress and discuss wild and grounded ideas - for our future, for our stories, for our minds. Walking with him on the trail has led us to such ideas as #nowords, Wholly Lotus (this blog!), and working out our food truck kinks and menu. There will be many more Trail Talks.

I love this boy. Four years ago when we met, Trail Talk was so far removed from both of our realities. Now it's our favorite activity. Moving our bodies in fresh air together is our favorite thing (besides cooking homemade tortillas side by side in the kitchen).

I may not get as many moments like this to contemplate my life and what I am doing with it, but I appreciate the moments I get.

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