See the California Poppy Superbloom✔️

June 5, 2017

Last spring, I visited my little sister in Santa Barbara on Mother’s Day, and we drove three hours to check “Take a picture in a California poppy field” off our bucket list. “The hills look like they are on fire with poppies this time of year!” My little sister promised as we drove. “It’s just a littttttle farther!” We drove and drove, winding around the mountains outside of Santa Barbara until “a little farther” turned into a lot farther. We kept our eyes open for the fiery hills or pops of orange, but there were no bright colors to be seen. We parked the car on the side of the road and got out. “Now where are those poppies?!” We asked each other distressed, as the cold wind whipped our hair around our faces. “Poppies!! Oh, Poppieeeeees!” we called. “Maybe we missed the season.” My sister sighed. We walked up the hill where we spotted a few hopeful flowers in the grass, but….no more poppies. We stood for a moment, admiring the dark mountains in the distance and this tall beige grass that looked kinda purple when the clouds shaded it. It was cold and windy and not colorful at all. So, we did the only thing we could think to do. We pulled out my sister’s guitar, and on the side of a mountain road in matching flannels, we made up a heartfelt ballad and sang it to those long-gone poppies. And even though I don’t even remember the song and we didn’t even have any flowers to sing it to, I do remember laughing a lot.

So this year, as I was back in California watching the #poppies and #superbloom blowing up my Instagram feed again, I decided I couldn’t miss it. I needed to see those bright orange, fiery hills! So, I woke up at 5:45am with a friend and we drove an hour and a half to Lancaster to the Antelope Poppy Reserve. And social media wasn’t lying– those super bloom flowers were quite super and those flowers were a fierce, fiery orange. But as I stood there, admiring their bright petals on a peaceful morning in California, I loved the poppies, yes. But perhaps my favorite color about the morning was the dark purple-y beige grass in between.


Antelope Valley, California Poppy Reserve

Ray Miller Trail – Point Magu State Park

Anza Borrego Desert State Park