When we’re little, parents hide stuff by putting it on the top shelf out of sight. Maybe the Boney Mtn. area is like that, being up where few people see it. Look how close the populous areas of southeast Ventura and southwest L.A. Counties are!
Millions of people drive past it on the 101 freeway and Highway 1 coastal route, but few have any notion of what’s up here. Of course, even when I knew my parents put something fun up on the top shelf it was usually impossible for me to actually reach it. Other than dedicated mountaineers and bushwhacking hikers, how many of us could reach spots like this?
Is another thing I love about flying the ability to at least find and get a closer look at such wild places? Even if I can’t touch the revealed delights, there is a feeling of connection from turning them in my mind’s eye feeling their textures and tasting their shapes. In those moments there are also sometimes deep Rememberings of childhood and my relationships with self, other and divine fleeting among the recollections triggered by looking at pix like these. Flight in small planes adds so many dimensions to life!
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