Home on the Range
February 19, 2015
Something I never did growing up was drive to a friend’s house for dinner via miles of this:
We LA basin folks never encountered much in the way of open space, unless you stood on the edge of the Pacific Ocean, and then you saw a lot of it. Otherwise, it was just a lot of development–kind of everywhere.
Even after living here for 38 years, I still get a kick out of driving just minutes from our house and finding ourselves in the middle of farmland. I feel authentically local when we’re heading deep into the grid of county roads to have dinner with friends (or in this case colleagues of Jim’s). On a ranch. Amidst abundant wildlife.
Fog on the lightless county roads is pretty cool, too:
Life of Wry 