Yesterday, we went to Los Angeles to take care of some business and to have lunch with our friends Fran and Bud. I woke up this morning feeling tired beyond belief, so I will rest today and just post some pictures from our road trip.
Then next week, I'll tell you about my socializing ways and visiting with both Rachael on Sunday and Fran, AKA fishducky, and her husband, Bud, all in the same week. That's quite something for an old hermit like me. I'm just surprised by how tired I get these days.
Also thanks for your comments. I have read them all, but not been able to get back to you. I just want to let you know that I look forward to reading your comments every day and I love to hear from you. I will have some time to visit you later today or tomorrow. Do you feel guilty too when you can't keep up with your blogger friends?
Snow in the Tehachapis.
Many new wind turbines have been erected in the desert outside the small town of Mojave. You can probably see them if you click on the photo to enlarge it.
Driving the long straight road through the desert from Mojave to the towns of Lancaster and Palmdale. This part of the desert was named Antelope Valley for the antelopes that roamed here when the first settlers arrived.
Since I moved to the desert mountains almost six years ago now, I have become fascinated by rocks. I see so much beauty in them and history too, millions of years of it. It was difficult to get a good picture as we zoomed by these marvelous rock formations.
This is actually a park, called Vasquez State Park, formed by movements in the San Andreas fault. It's named for a notorious bandit that sought refuge here. This spectacular scenery, so close to Los Angeles, has been featured in many films I learned from Wikipedia. You can read more about the park here.
My husband and I heard about this score of 100 for a perfect spouse. I determined that my score was about 80 and we've joked about this ever since. Here we are, in the CARPOOL lane, on the 405/Sand Diego freeway. My husband often travels here alone, stuck in traffic. He had completely forgotten that there's now a CARPOOL lane, that he thanks to me, could drive in, and thus speed past all the cars with just one driver. I joked that my wifely score now increased by at least 5 to 85.
The buildings on top of the hill are part of the Getty Center a lovely complex of art, great architecture, and gardens with fabulous views of Los Angeles.
We have arrived in Westwood, where I worked at UCLA for over 30 years. I lived 7 miles away. When I first began commuting to work in 1973, it took about 15 minutes. When I left the university in 2005, it took 45 minutes.
On our way to fishducky's house, this is her neighborhood.
Gas prices in Los Angeles, $4.25, out here $3.85. A sign of times to come?
On our way out of town, we just beat the worst traffic. Here we travel downhill towards the many communities located in the San Fernando Valley. These are the suburbs of Los Angeles. They are varied in their population, from movie stars to gang bangers, but mostly just ordinary folks living ordinary suburban lives. It's a very large area.
Back on the 14 freeway, heading home in yet another carpool lane, I find these hills and buttes really interesting.
So I thought I would share just a few views.
Finally, I always wanted to take a picture of the mansion that is perched on top of this knoll. It would have been a better picture if taken on our way to Los Angeles because then you would have seen the road/driveway that meanders up this steep hill to the house. It's a huge house, with a view of the freeway. I wonder how much freeway noise reaches up there. Of course the rest of the views must be magnificent, but still, there's nowhere to walk in nature, unless you like to hike up and down a very steep and barren hill. Since the first time I saw this place, I have wondered who lives there. One thing you would know for sure: The brakes on their cars must be kept in the best condition.