It feels like you're never going to find it, which directly correlated with my life that day. I was denied a job, rejected by a man, and then it didn't seem like I would find the one thing I was hoping to discover that day. Then all of a sudden, the road veered left and we saw the cars parked along the street. To our left, there was the shiny, metal dragon rearing its head out the apex of the castle.
Jim Bishop started constructing his castle in 1969 and in 1996, the government challenged Bishop due to his use of "public rocks" to construct his castle. To settle the dispute, he has been forced to make his castle available to the public.
You can leave "donations" and buy souvenirs from his shop, that he may sleep in. I walked up the narrow and steep staircase, and with each step realizing that someone, the man in the ditch with the shovel, has built it. Taking yet another staircase, this time spiral, and built from fencing materials, I wished for safety. I had to trust that Jim Bishop knew what he was doing. I put my trust in his architecture. I had to let go what I believed in order to take another step. I had to trust I was going to be safe as I made my way up the rickety staircase, fit for a single body to scale. It teetered in the wind, my heart fluttered.
I smiled at the dragon and the trees that enveloped us from all sides.
Life's problems seem miniscule when you put all your trust in one man's construction and safely make your way back down to the solid ground.