Last week the in-laws were in Southern California for a visit. It was great to see them, but because they a good part of their visit was spent in downtown Los Angeles, we ended up doing a lot of back-and-forthing on the freeway. It's not just the travel time or the inevitable pockets of traffic congestion that is so exhausting, it's the sameness of the view: mile after mile of nothing but the gray pavement, red and yellow signs beckoning towards McD's, Jack in the Box, Denny's, and El Pollo Loco, periodic shopping malls, and houses spreading away in the distance. Sure there are occasional novel sights, such as landing airplanes, a hillside cemetery, or the big blue Ikea, but they are few and far between. I was happy to stay near home the past couple of days.
Today we decided that we needed a change of scenery. Once the sun came out this afternoon, we took a short jaunt up to Forest Falls
. It was lovely - crisp cool air, towering pines, and even a bit of snow on the ground.
Gene doesn't look impressed by the snow.
The Forest Falls picnic area
I feel rejuvenated and ready for my parent's arrival on Tuesday. I think.Tags: Forest Falls, Los Angeles, freeways
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