November 24, 2016, Julian, CA- This little town, northeast of San Diego, has been our Thanksgiving hub, for three of the last four years. Only in 2014 were we diverted to Aram’s ship, for what was an estimable meal, in its own right. Otherwise, Julian Cafe has been an irresistible venue- for one of the best traditional Thanksgiving meals this side of the Appalachians.
Julian appeals to Aram, because it reminds him of Prescott and Flagstaff. The oak forests that surround the town, and the Laguna Mountains, to its southeast, are of immense comfort to one who was born , and spent his first years, in a forested landscape.
It appeals to me, as all mountain towns do, because Saugus ( my home town), and so many towns in New England, are similarly entwined with rugged landscapes and a wealth of historical nuggets. Julian’s history is inextricably linked to the California Gold Rush. Southern California had several spots which, while not as noteworthy as the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, nontheless contributed to Gold Fever.
What appeals to neither of us is Black Thursday, as some have taken to calling the afternoon and evening of Thanksgiving Day. There may be some LIMITED need for some people to pick up groceries, in the morning, as I did on behalf of Aram and his housemates, around 8:30 this morning, at the local Ralph’s store. I can’t see either of us shopping for deals on Thanksgiving, ever. I understand some want that to be their Thanksgiving tradition, but I stay with family remaining focused on non-commercial pursuits.
We had another awesome meal, with his two housemates along. This will be the last time, though, for at least three years, as he heads across the Pacific, in a few months’ time. That made it an especially treasured repast.