Saturday February 15 2014
Being officially in my late 20s now, I’m elderly and therefore seek entertainment from museums. Just kidding. That’s a bad stereotype and I’ve sort of always liked museums. Unfortunately, after walking from the Inn to downtown Ojai (about a 20 minute walk on a nice shadowy path) and having breakfast, I discovered that the Ojai valley museum was closed for tenting. My/Mia’s friends/cousins Maddy and Sydney went on a trip to South America and did a lot of exhausting backpacking and traveling led to them posing in this hunched-over, tired stance if something along the trip went wrong. I did my best impersonation. But I was actually still very happy.
Ojai is a funny place. The population was like 8000 and it’s pretty spread out and not updated in many aspects, also I’d declare with confidence that 9/10 businesses begin with the name “Ojai” as if it’s such a small town. Pretty fun to see shops so small, loyal and tight-knit to their town. In some ways it reminded me of things I remember about Danville when I was little.
They also love their trees in Ojai. So much so, that they will not remove an old grown tree for the safety of driving straight down the road.
The bed in the room was supposed to be a king size bed. However my feet hung off and it took about a second to realize it was two twins pushed together with a mattress pad on top. Mia’s complaint and some back and forth phone tag led to them upgrading us to a bigger room and correct bed. The room was so big that I could do handstands and roll around in the middle, something I’ve missed doing since living on a sailboat. While the hotel was remedying the problem we lounged at the pool, which was really nice. I got a book about the Sierra Madre town and my Wilson trail from Betsey, which I was so excited to hike on a month ago.