Perched on a hill in Northern Big Sur, a man named Don Luis built a wonderland. You cannot drive there. The only way in is on foot. I can only imagine the thousands of trips he made hiking up the steep ravine to bring supplies and tools to his abode. Two structures on his land are available for visitors. The Dragon House and the Rainbow House. It's hard to describe to someone who hasn't seen it. It's hard to explain. It's hard to understand.
As with most things in life. The best parts weren't captured here. Tropical gardens in the midst of a redwood forest. The smell of sage drifting through the windows. Hidden couches in scarf wrapped tents on the hillside. Laying on the porch built into the roof in a pile of pillows looking at the stars. Cold fresh air. Laughter.
Even now, the memories don't seem real. And I can't stop daydreaming.