Today I experienced a less-obvious side of Malibu in summer: A leisure drive on a narrow, country road that twisted up, up, up, turning through lush green ridges and dusty rock formations and past horse ranches with dramatic gates that seemed out of the old Wild West.
The view from the top was majestic. Hillsides loaded with tree tops dominated the foreground, beyond which the sky bled into a hazy cloud layer that hovered just above the sea. Though beachside it was a little cold, the sun was just right as we zig-zagged through this spectacular stretch of nature. "On Days Like These" started to play; the perfect song for a summer day in Malibu.
