I've waited a couple of years for the opportunity to wander the Pismo Preserve hills; a sprawling 900-acre open space recently brought to the Central Coast by the team with the visionary San Luis Obispo Land Conservancy. I'm a keen supporter of their mission, and the folks are working hard to provide one of the most ambitious projects for the public, for free.
I strongly encourage my Central Coast friends to support this willful organization, whose reach continues to save our most beautiful places for countless future generations, for the benefit and enjoyment of the people, the creatures and flora calling these diverse habitats home.
I ended up walking just shy of 9 miles in the preserve, visiting every region--explored the lower areas, climbed the hillside and peaked over the ridge at SLO, walked from the most northern reach to the most southern, up and down the soil, searching for compositions, lost in rapture. The Tolkien hills came alive, an emerald oasis framed by cotton clouds, studded in flowers, teeming with wildlife, secluded ponds a'chorus by frog and toad. Everything buzzing and happy. I turned overjoyed discovering a lovely patch of California poppies, which felt all the more symbolic in the open space. It called to mind, "If future generations are to remember us with gratitude rather than contempt, we must leave them something more than the miracles of technology. We must leave them a glimpse of the world as it was in the beginning, not just after we got through with it.
We must not only protect the countryside and save it from destruction; we must restore what has been destroyed and salvage the beauty and charm of our cities … Once our natural splendor is destroyed, it can never be recaptured. And once man can no longer walk with beauty or wonder at nature, his spirit will wither and his sustenance be wasted.” - LBJ.
Song of the Day: Vulfpeck - "Wait for the Moment"