After a late night in Orange County, Dan and I spent our last morning in California sleeping in a bit. Once we managed to get up and ready, we were off to spend a day with his uncle, aunt, and cousin Lauren. We all piled into their huge, lifted truck and took off towards the mountains.
About an hour’s drive east of San Diego is an old mountain town called Julian. This humble town began back during the gold rush of the 1800’s. Several old buildings still stand, like the original jail, and those plus new western-style buildings line the main street full of shops, sweets, and apple pie. And by full of apple pie, I mean seriously. Every window had a sign for apple pie. We had the best lunch at a local restaurant (but no apple pie) and I bought a huge bag of chocolate covered peanuts at a candy store.
Dan’s aunt asked me if there was anything I wanted to see while we were there and hadn’t had a chance to see. I mentioned that we’d wanted to watch the sun set in Laguna but didn’t want to wait two hours to do so. She immediately went to his uncle and said, “She wants to see the sun set over the ocean! Can we make it!?” It was 4:50; sunset was at 5:50. We were an hour away, and would hit rush hour traffic… but it was immediately their goal.
Because of rush hour we did get stuck behind some slower drivers and didn’t get to see the sun slip behind the waves, but we did get there in time to see the beautiful colors and enjoy one last night walking along the beach. It was a perfect ending to our wonderful trip.