Last summer, just a few months after being in San Diego, we were hankerin' for some old time, western vibe, green pine trees and hills kinda day. We checked out the surrounding areas of southern California and took a chance on Julian. It's about a 75 minute drive east where it gets very hot, very hilly, and a little more country. We loved it and vowed to return. In late November when my sister, Bekki, was visiting we took another trip out for a Christmas tree lighting and small town festival. It was down right quaint. With the orange glow of the sun setting on us all, we watched the little town celebrate with huge heart. We loved it and vowed to return. Now, in February of 2014, we returned for a rare 2 day weekend for Dustin. That means that he didn't have to work all week in the traditional time frame and then shoot 2 weddings on Saturday and Sunday. We got out of town before anyone changed their mind.
We booked a little cottage bed and breakfast and drove IN THE SNOW to Julien. We we so excited and felt almost Oregonian again.A claw foot tub with a red head playing with a rubber ducky? Priceless.
On the way out of town on Sunday, we stopped at Lake Cuyamaca where we rented a boat and proceeded to fish on what seemed to be the coldest day of the new year. We all played along for a long while until Alden's fingers threatened to fall off like shattered glass.
But we loved it and vow to visit again.
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