New Hawk City
The appropriate cliche: You can find beauty in anything if you look hard enough. Beauty had to be found. With a bank account in the negative, the escape had to be hot and incredibly local. I looked into the thick 100+ degree air and found it in the Fee. I found it in New Hawk City. Aeries, boulders, buckwheat, white sage, physical exertion, and bullets of sweat.
Have you ever felt like you were internally cooking? Where there may be few rivers flowing in Riverside County, there are pockets of open space everywhere full of life. You may think these cities are built on false promises, but the promise is in the hills. Remember how bitchin’ the Ramona Pageant was? Don’t look down, you may see a subdivision. Instead look up for blinding sunshine and a sky full of life. Look straight down at the ground and pretend you are Clint Eastwood in a Spaghetti Western runnin’ from everyone.
By the end of my time in Hawk City, my water bottle was left with only a drop of piss warm water and the desire to return over and over again.