One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Monday, August 11, 2014
The Brown, Brown Hills of Home
As I hinted below, we flew into California today, taking a 6 AM EDT flight out of BWI, changing to a puddle jumper in L.A. and arriving in San Luis Obispo around noon PDT. I was in an isle seat across country, but had a window from L.A. to San Luis:
Marina del Rey in Los Angeles
Coast Range Mountains
Vineyards of Edna Valley, and the curious conical peak, one of several
California is where I grew up, and I get a little sentimental thinking about hiking over its brown, dry hills.