On my way out of Ojai, heading back to LA on a Friday afternoon, I decided to get one more tourist stop in before I left. After all, when would I be back?
I drove up to Meditation Mount, not knowing what I would encounter or actually do there. Would I...meditate?
But once I arrived, it was easy enough to follow the signs. I had to walk. I had to follow the path, which I knew would lead me in a circle around the property, but it would take me somewhere along the way.
I hadn't hiked at all on this trip, still recovering from my Bridge to Nowhere injury, which had rendered me useless on foot (though able to endure the pain of bicycling in closed-toed shoes).
But, wearing only flip flops (which was about all I could bear), I braved the graded, dirt slope to encircle the mount, viewing the Ojai Valley (and the surrounding mountains) from all four directions.
It wasn't a difficult walk. It was barely even a hike.
But, surrounded by carefully pruned landscaping and gentle trail markers...
...under the scorching sun on a hot-baked afternoon...
I wasn't going anywhere just yet.
I was literally walking around.
But it was enough.
It was hotter, windier, and more colorful than sitting at a desk all day.
And although nothing really happened while I was at Meditation Mount...
...nothing had to happen.
I could just...
And when I was done taking in the sights, and a lung's fill of mountain breath...
...I could just...leave.
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