R is for RV Parks
Absolutely, my new fave way to live. Chilled up at the RV park in Malibu for about a month while the FLO remodel takes place and now repo'ed down to Borrego Springs (90 miles E of San Diego) as it all winds down. Literally love it here. It's the place to come for pretty dang near perfect weather and freedom of the mind.
It's like I can finally make some good food with proper ingredients, read a ton of books, research recipes, do a bit of hiking, get through piles of magazines, wander the awesome library in town and just generally chillax. I can write. I can think. Ponder. Dream.
Mouse has the most active social schedule ever. 3p in the doggie park is a MUST for anyone who's anyone in the dog world. She sprints desert trails. She traces the perimeter of our perfecto spot. She is the perfect tennis spectator. She is truly a participant in nature here. No need to bark at every little motion. She's livin' in them all.
This little town is pretty tidy. Just a few stores. Couple of Mexican restaurants with decent margs (though I do have to request my style of drink - silver tequila, fresh lime and little else). Tish's Health Food Store makes me so happy with a well curated array of goodies. The only grocery store in town in loaded with stuff you'd find in Whole Foods and there is a perfectly awesome Farmers Market on Friday in the town circle. It's pretty delightful running into town to grab some sesame seeds for spelt bread or pick up a few jalapenos for tortilla soup (makin' that today) and not have to wear myself out thinking about all the options. There are none. And, they are GOOD ones. Really dig the escargot at the French restaurant in town too. And, what mussels. They roll out in a huge pot - so freaky good.
As for the actual RV park. I mean. It's just nutty. I want to spend every Jan here just regrouping. In between the daily sessions in the hot springs, nightly swims in the heated pool, yoga & pilates classes, tennis games, and golf if you want it - is a super efficient gym, a little library, a wellness center, and just the friendliest people ever. It's all surrounded by palm trees, an beautiful golf course and super dramatic mountains. Cocktails begin about noon-o-thirty (usually a margarita or two), and this comes after either a hike to Hellhole Canyon (6 miles round trip to a secret waterfall), perhaps a yoga class where a bit of marching happens after each move (the ancient hips really loved that part of it) or a whirl in the gym rockin' the Tibetan Rites.
Books are being plowed through (thank god I discovered the town library), and I'm just happy browsing recipe suggestions from every mag and cookbook I'm always too busy to jam through. The sun is pretty much always shining (been near 80 all week) and each little slot here has it's own lemon or grapefruit tree. Hell, these camp hosts even cruise around in the AM picking up your trash and recycling. It's just nuts. Portlandia in the desert.
Early afternoon, I might start up a soup (clam chowder is just so so easy to make and I think the key is skip the flour...I loathe glompy soup); throw on Greek green beans; or just let a big pot of beans simmer. The days fly and fly here - up at 6 am and I swear to God, I'm tucked in with a book 'round about 7p. Guess this is life. Not a program. Just life. Where does work fit back in? Having a real hard time even thinking about that one.