We are now in Santa Monica making our way east with a lot of other people. It is 6:44 pm and we are creeping down Santa Monica Blvd. at what seems like an inch an hour. The only upside to this drive is that I don’t have to do this everyday.
The orange grove in Ojai was cool, dark and quiet and the stars were bright. However, the meteors must have “showered” while we slept. I saw three, which could be described as a sprinkle, I suppose, but certainly not a shower.
We stayed in the old Spartan trailer on the land, which we haven’t done in a long time. We discovered that Sammie was up all night, standing watch, and about 3 am pushed thrown the screen door in pursuit of something outside. I was running through the orange grove, half naked, with flashlight in hand. I kept expecting to hear the coyote “kill” howl, but luckily found her before that could happen. Sure enough, we were barely inside when I heard the howls of a pack of coyotes not far away. A close call for our little Scotty!
Well, we have progressed a few blocks while I have written this. We are almost to Westwood, which is still another 20 – 30 minutes from home with this traffic. Good grief!
Okay, I will close. At least we can listen to Outlaw Country on Satellite Radio.
Until tomorrow…
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