Miguel R.
Yelp
I have done some stuff because of Tik Tok, and I have enjoyed it, and I have not. Meaning that the recommendations given by Tik Tok can be hit or miss, who knew. But this time, I went to a Tik-Tok recommend place and I cannot gush enough about the experience--- it made me fall in love with the green of Brea. It was a blind date facilitated by Tik Tok, and if it Tik Tok was a person, I would send them a fruit basket in gratitude because the hike I took at the Brea entrance of Chino Hills State park was like walking a timeless still masterpiece painted by the original painter of landscapes: Mother Nature.
To help me on my way, I went to the Discovery Center. There I met, Nick, a Park Aid, he made sure to tell me that he was not a Park Ranger--- those have tasers. I told him that it was my first time at the park. He told me that most people get overwhelmed when he informs them about the park because it was huge. He mentioned the exact number of acres, but I do not recall-- dimensions of height and length and volume have never been fully grasped by my mind. He did tell me that I would across a bench. And that bench would lead me to a flat trail, and the second trail- South Ridge- would lead me to a more strenuous trail that would lead me to more elevated heights and this trail was replete with Mustard Flowers--- aptly named I am sure because of their gorgeous yellow hue.
I had enough information to begin my journey.
I started the Telegraph trail (en route to the bench that would mark the crossroad) and began to hear the soft melody of chirps. It was an escape from the city, almost immediately.
As I continued walking about 15 minutes in I saw the Mustard flower fields. And I do mean fields. Do not imagine wheat fields, long and brown, and almost infinite like the sea, but do imagine fields of yellow so wide in presence that they could easily engulf a person in their stalks. I was convinced I should step into the fields of yellow, and twirl amongst them. I stepped into the field (easily, they were not to the designated path) and went into them. Not into their center, I was afraid I would be lost, or overwhelmed by the itch that nature can cause, but I did go deep enough to twirl around the stalks and only see yellow, green and sky. I am not going to put the video on here cause I am not a girl wearing a flower dress with long brown hair, but in the moment, I was happy to be one with the wind that made the yellow bloom sway.
I continued on my walk, and after about 20 to 30 minutes, I found the bench that Nick said I would encounter. His advice was quickly given, but, impactful nevertheless. I had a post to rely on, in a hike that really is important. I took a ride and took steps upward to South Ridge Bridge.
The trek up was good exercise. The day was cloudy, and misty, it felt like I had been given permission to enjoy a slightly rainy day, because the park does not open when it rains. So my hike was scored by mist that sooth the sweat and added a mystical quality to my romp across the yellow. The trek up was great! I saw the beauty of nature-- unfiltered and untouched. The toughness of the hike was manageable and I am plus sized, but working on reducing my body's pounds so I am also not a stranger to a treadmill. I walked and walked for 90 minutes, wanting to walk for a 3 hours in total. After 90 minutes and no specific peak in sight, I started my trek back to my car and that climb down was the one that made the beauty of the hills majestic. And I used the word majestic with intention, like when a person specifies the exact change a person is owed after buying items in a liquor store.
As I was walking down, I was able to see mountains colored in different greens- maybe two or three- do not imagine a gradation of green so vast that it numbered in the hundredths. I did imagine that the mountains were sleeping giants who were slumbering because of a spell. But the spell was not malevolent, it was not a sleep of torture. It was more of a spell that helped the giants rest, in pleasant slumber, for they would be needed one day. And just like for all of us, sleep is needed when we have to slay the next day. So I saw giant warriors rest in peace, and it was a beautiful sight to enjoy: Massive in its presence, but soft in its hues.
In the far distance I saw the Hollywood sign, I think. But it was not close to me. It was a faraway land, one that I did not really remember because most of my attention was on sprawl surrounding me. The vastness of the Mustard flowers was now more present. The bloom was supreme, and it was easy to see. Thus, you are not sampling a bed of roses, you are beholding the whole damn bed rose store. It was the first time where I saw Spring come into full picturesque bloom!
I am inspired to say: This is my letter to the world who never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told- with tender majesty- Emily Dickinson. The spoils that is this land made me understand poetry in view!