Well, at about 3:10 PM PST, I pulled into my parking spot here in the outskirts of West Hollywood. I enjoyed the drive for the better part of the day. I loved the desert landscape from the Virgin River Gorge in the northwestern corner of Arizona to the outskirts of San Bernadino. As I drove through I wished I had given myself more time on the trip to hike in some of this beautiful territory.
Just before Barstow, I could see huge clouds of smoke rising from the wildfires just beyond the mountains in the distance on the left-hand side of the road. It seemed as if those on the far side of the ridge were experiencing the apocalypse. The closer I got, the darker it appeared on that side of the car, but if I looked to my right, the day was clear and the sun was shining. Night on one side, day on the other.
I was surprised that I had little difficulty driving back into LA and actually made it home ahead of schedule. It was 100 degrees as I pulled into my building, yet yesterday as I drove through the Rockies it got as cold as 20. An interesting contrast to conclude a journey where I noted many contrasts.
Well, I’ll miss the journey, I guess I am glad to be back; I’ll look forward to seeing my friends in the next few days.