Time clashes when you least expect it.
Along US 10 West out of Palm Springs there exists the largest wind farm I have ever seen. Miles and miles of simple white windmills spin hypnotically in the desert. Each turn of these energy giants brings power. They make the harvest seem so simple. Could this be a pocket of the future? It amazes me that the desert can be so fruitful.
60 miles away in the city of Redlands, ornate Victorian homes of bold colors stand one after the other. It is time standing still. Why here? After a prosperous turn of the century, a hard freeze in 1913 stopped the economic boom in Redlands. People stopped building, or rather, stopped tearing down older homes to make way for new ones. The result is miles of high Victorian, California Craftsman, Classic Revival, and Mission Revival homes.
After some play at a local park, the boys and I spent this morning exploring the streets of Redlands and admiring these historic homes. Gardens flourished with rose bushes and citrus trees, windows had lashes of decorative wood trim, and steeples and wrap around porches were commonplace. The buzz of hedge trimmers could not ruin my delight. I was in heaven.
We finished up our day with a hike up Scott Canyon in Loma Linda. Elias chased Meta through the bushes and dug holes in the dirt. If a dirty child is a happy child, we’ve got one of the happiest ones out there.