Day Seven... June 25th, California Dreamin'

Day Seven June 25th..California Dreamin'

Waking up in Lone Pine, I knew it would be a much shorter drive than even Cedar City Utah to Lone Pine California. It would be a 272 mile journey. I decided to run a bit more than a ten miler before leaving Lone Pine.

I thus went for a mountainous run up towards Whitney Portal. I took Whitney Portal Road, bypassing detours and such. I ran to about 6,000 feet elevation from 2,000 elevation. Then ran back down Whitney Portal Road and took a left as if I were in a car driving to Yosemite. I doubled back and ran past my hotel to get in twelve miles or so. It was breathtaking.

I had time after I'd cleaned up, and checked out to go drive up to where I ran to and take pictures before I headed off to just outside Santa Barbara to the town of Goleta. I'd been there twice before, stayed over in Goleta once before. I love the town and hoped it still remained as beautiful as I'd remembered it two years ago.

The drive from Lone Pine California to Goleta was absolutely beautiful. I got on the CA-14, then onto the Sierra Hwy onto the I-5 North. Then CA-126 and eventually the 101 off Patterson Avenue. My maps and GPS took me through these green hills and valleys, Santa Clarita and Santa Paula. Sharp turns and curves up and down mountainous terrain ensued until I got to the 101.

Lemon and grapefruit trees lined many of the highway areas. It was rich with color as the lushness of blue sky was the backdrop to all on earth surrounding me.

I got to my hotel in Goleta, they upgraded me to a suite, which was huge and at no extra cost. They had overbooked the small rooms. So, I had a full kitchen, living room, huge bedroom and a bathroom you could do cartwheels in... well almost.

After I checked in, naturally I went out for a short run. Then I found a Trader Joe's in shopping distance. I did shopping for dinner. That's the way I like my stays.----Jody-Lynn Reicher

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