We left off at sunrise, coffee in hand, thinking we knew the way to Cowles Mountain. Spoiler: we did not.
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We went to bed with sand in our shoes, the sort of happy exhaustion that comes from walking and talking and eating too much. Tomorrow would bring another kind of exploration—perhaps the zoo’s laughter or Balboa Park’s gardens—but for tonight we were content to let the map rest. In the gentle hush of the room, you could almost hear the city exhale, and somewhere in that inhalation lived the promise of more discoveries. We left off at sunrise, coffee in hand,
The cocktail menu had no prices. The bartender, a man named Cash (coincidence?), made us something involving mezcal, serrano pepper, and honey. He called it “The Wrong Turn.” We went to bed with sand in our