In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
LA wasn't really what I expected. I really thought I would see more fake boobs. Sebastian's brother, Lukas suggested that I wasn't really paying much attention.
Our superficial expectation that everyone would be shallow was fortunately not met. A little lesson for us. You don't always find what you expect to find, even if you are looking for it. We did see many people with some very unhealthy, overly-tanned skin.
We stayed with Sebastian's brother Lukas. Lukas is a very hard-working, talented musician and song writer. I have two of his previous albums from his band Daeva. Now he is working with a group putting together a metal band. I was quite nervous when he offered to play some of his music for me. I really didn't think I would like it, and I am a pretty lousy liar. It was great. He has offered to send me a copy of some of his recent work. YAY!
Lukas has a pretty cool apartment in Marina Del Rey. Until staying there I had been against apartment complexes, but it makes better environmental sense in terms of impact to have people concentrated in one area and sharing resources and using the hottub and the swimmingpool, and the lounge with a pool table and the big screen movie room and be a stones throw to the boardwalk for about the same aa the rent of an apartment in Somerville.
When we arrived Lukas suggested we rent bikes and ride along the board walk from Marina Del Rey, through Venice beach. We ended up riding past the Santa Monica pier. It was glorious. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, thre salt smell caressed our noses. There were all sorts of funky people from different social strata out and about. After a yummy lunch ('mmm, warm duck salad' says Sebastian and 'Rigatoni with vodka tomato sauce' says I) We walked knee-deep in the crashing waves of the Pacific ozean, enjoying the view of the sailboats, quietly making their way along the horizon. We declined doing the hollywood thing--as it really isn't our cup of tea.
The landscaping through the area is a bit disturbing, as it doesn't seem like the rainfall supports the lush vegetation. The big clue is that empty lots are dried and brown--more desrt-like than tropical. The landscaping at the apartment complex was so lush, that it seemed like we were in an amusement park... Sebastion said, 'where are the monkeys and pirates?' Don't forget the animatronic hippos?' There were giant Koi in the circuitous network of ponds and fountains surrounding the apartment complex. This hopefully made up for the lack for monkeys and pirates. My friend Ginger said the place smelled like Disneyworld.
Heading north up route one, With the ocean on my left--- Argh, who put that thing there? Lotta