Today I decide to be brave and make a short road trip by myself.
I'm always a little nervous venturing out by myself into unknown territory and I know it's because I don't do it often enough. I decide to go to a popular spot called Spouting Horn. It's a hole formed in the lava rock by constant wave action. And just like a geyser, ocean water bursts forth high into the air through the hole every 15 seconds or so.
I decide to go early to avoid the heat and put the top down on the rented Mustang convertible. There that's better now. I'm all psyched up for this. I can do it. Who knows what I'm really afraid of. Getting lost, losing control, not being able to find my way back. All of the above, I think to myself.
Out the entrance to the resort and going the requisite 25 mph through most of the city, I realize I'm on island time and who cares how slow I go here. Not so in the hectic Southern California roads and highways where I live. But I'm on vacation now so I'm going to go slow and enjoy all the scenery.
My destination is only 30 minutes away and I slow down through the massive tree tunnel that heralds the entrance to the highway that will take me to the Horn. I say hello to all the trees as I pass under their amazing green canopy. Signs and my Garmin tell me I have arrived at Spouting Horn. My first sight, more roosters and chickens.
The sign above greets me at the entrance to Spouting Horn park. They're following me again I laugh. I wrote about my encounters with roosters in my Day 1 and 2 posts. This solar creature is definitely getting my attention.
Spouting Horn lives up to its name as I take video and pictures and decide to head back. There's only so much water spouting through a hole that you can watch. I do however thank the spirits of this place for having me and head back to the car. As I drive back I'm caught behind three pickup trucks each with a trailer full of beautiful but scared cows. I say a silent prayer for them and reaffirm my choice to not eat meat.
Back at the resort, I decide to stay in and work on my book. After reading an uplifting lesson in my writing course, I decide to channel the next chapter as the course exercise suggests. For this book, I write best with music blasting through my headphones. Funny as it seems, it blocks out all other distractions. And for this book I choose heavy vintage metal. The book does star an amazing rock musician so it's only fitting. The channeling works and I've soon written several pages of unplanned text.
This book has already taken a turn from its original outline and I decide to take a lesson from the amazing Nora Roberts who says she just lets the characters speak through her, no outlines. After awhile I'm all tapped out and decide to celebrate breaking through this block. A little dance music on the headphones and I jive and shimmy around my two bedroom villa. I am after all on vacation. I smile as I groove to the beat.