Point of Entry – Sacramento International Airport
I always experience extremes in California. The stunning sheer cliffs and spectacular waterfalls of Yosemite, the giant trees of Sequoia, the towering heights of Muir Woods and the Redwoods parks, the dry depths of Death Valley ---- one more extreme place after another. From Big Sur through the Mojave, California is the place where I find my most extreme memories.
After being there a while, I lose all sense of proportion. Giant trees seem normal. Being below sea level seems obvious.
It’s no wonder, then, that the man-made things of California are equally audacious. Hearst Castle, LA’s freeways, the Golden Gate Bridge, the fresh water canals, the miles upon miles of farms with every possible food imaginable, and, for that matter, the mega-blockbuster movie, body sculpting, the self-proclaimed “Happiest Place on Earth,” and shocking levels of pollution. After a while, those audacious extremes seem normal, too.
It doesn’t take much time there to see that California is a land of big dreams and big plans. I always come home from there believing that anything is possible. There, the nature and the people seem to try to prove it every day.
Once in a while, a hearty dose of California does my soul a world of good. I can’t wait to see what shockingly disproportional thing I’ll experience there next time I go. I wonder, how will I ever fit memories this big in my suitcase to bring them home?
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