a yogic retreat center. Laurie and I were, I believe, the only guests coming from the north. We passed through acres upon acres of oil rigs down Highway 33 which I didn't even know existed. We saw many things, wonderful to speak of, in our travels.
We left and drove late at night down to my parent's house in Orange County. KUSC, the world class classical music station that the LA area boasts, played a modern serious composition show which suited the late night drive surprisingly well. As a side note, I had my usual fits of jealousy over LA's excellent 24 hour classical music station. At one point I gasped and scared poor Laurie as she was driving when I heard an advertisement for their weekly broadcast of the Los Angeles Opera.
However, traffic on our way home from LA cured me of any romanticizing I may have been doing over the area.
It's always a little jarring for me to return to the area where I grew up for a number of reasons. One is the memories, but also the dissonance of the past and the future converging in an unexpected present. For example, the convenience store where I bought Lemonheads as a child now carrying soda cups advertising Facebook aps. Or my childhood home with several rooms added on to it.
Here's Laurie and my Mom on my parent's porch next to Mom's fairy garden.