Back from the Eastern Sierra. Six hours in the car, perfect, 75 degree weather, the amazing backside of the state dressed in it's brightest whites. Add a couple hours down in the Owens River Gorge for a few quick trips up the rock. All in all, a near perfect weekend. I say near perfect as I have learned, never, EVER order the vegetarian chili before a six hour road trip. Ugh. So not good.

I think Todd spent more time with his head hanging out the window than a golden retriever. He actually considered leaping from the moving vehicle more than once.

Tomorrow, change the oil and somehow manage to scrape off the millions of little carcasses that now coat my side view mirrors and grill. I swear, it was like a insect mass suicide in the desert. The Gnat Davidians or something. We had to stop twice to wash the windshield. It's ugly. It's gonna take some serious pressure washing or a whole big box of brillo pads.

And to the guy who decided to stop his car midway down the Harbor Road off-ramp from the 405 and stand in the middle of the fucking road wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a towel, please, seek professional help immediately.