(not my pictures)
On Saturday, Olivia and I both had photo projects to do, so a group of us headed out to the Sunol Water Temple. Steph led the way along with Kate, Olivia, and Lindsay, while Meredith and I followed behind in my car. I had not anticipated the 45 minute drive, nor did any of us expect to be sent away because we didn't have five dollars for parking. It sucks that you have to pay money to enjoy nature. Anyway, Steph was extremley apologetic for that seemingly uneventful venture, but I'm really glad it happened. I've been forced to grudgingly admit that California is pretty, but I really started to appreciate where I live during the drive. We followed Steph down an endless maze of side roads, which would randomly shink to a dangerous single lane around sharp turns. The view, however, was beautiful, with mountains and golden rolling hills around every turn. I miss Texas with all my heart, but I've never lived close to something that beautiful. I'm just starting to realize it and appreciate it.
"And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention."
— Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts.
I don't know...it's just a really pretty place we've got here.
Andy showed me this and it's the best.
