phoenix, az ----> l.a., ca ----> san francisco, ca

The only remotely interesting thing that lies between Phoenix and L.A. are these windmills--if that is indeed what they're called--which cover a good twenty minutes of the landscape as it shifts from the desolation of the desert to the rolling hills of California.














An artsy shot of an icecream stand in Old Town, Pasadena. The only reason I was able to take a shot like this is most likely due to the presence of Bobby's sister Kimi, who played host to us for our two nights in L.A. She's getting her M.F.A. in "painting with light."


















Our day began with a messy start--the biggest bird shit in the history of the world smacked down on Bobby's car as we were pulling out of Kimi's driveway and making our goodbyes. Thankfully, it narrowly missed Kimi and splattered down the entire length of the car and the pavement below. It seems a large bird in the Claremont area had a very rough night...


















Our daily dose of excrement exposure is increased further as we drive up the 5 through cattle country. Endless cows. I believe it was Tory who told me once that the gas produced by these millions of creatures actively contributes to global warming. Bobby can certainly smell why.













Thankfully, we've now arrived safely at Steph Teng's in San Francisco! Our evening's activities include dinner with an army of Piersonites and watching "She's the Man" on the huge white wall in her living room... Truly exciting.