I went to LA

Last weekend, and it was a perfect whirlwind trip. I got to spend the right amount of time with the right amount of people, got to hike 7.5 miles with a 1,700 elevation gain with my Mother, got to have my life flashed before me in Becky's teenage driving car, got to help celebrate my grandparents 46 year anniversary of living in their Pacoima house (purchased for $13,000 in 1962, 3 years after Richie Valens died-which of course, devastated his proud neighborhood). Now, I'm back and ready to harvest honey and soak in natural warm pools of water.