This is from a couple of weeks ago, when I was in SoCal. My mom and I went for a hike at the westernmost end of the Santa Monica mountains, in Sycamore Canyon of Point Mugu State Park. Some of my earliest memories are of hikes here, and it's always been one of my favorite places. It has all you can want from the Santa Monicas--a willow and sycamore-filled canyon with a creek, chaparral, woodsy bits, meadows, rocky outcrops, and more.
On a clear day, such as when we were there, you can see part of that other outstanding SoCal ecosystem, the Channel Islands--Anacapa and Santa Cruz.
It was a beautiful day, with bright sun and a brisk breeze. It had already rained a little a few weeks before, so I guess the local flora figured it might as well be spring. At any rate, we were greeted by the first flowers of the season. Mostly, these were isolated individuals, with the sheepish air of people who had arrived too early for a party--so, to spare them further embarrassment, I won't publish their pictures. However, the shooting stars had arrived en masse and were rocking the joint.
I love shooting stars.
On a clear day, such as when we were there, you can see part of that other outstanding SoCal ecosystem, the Channel Islands--Anacapa and Santa Cruz.
It was a beautiful day, with bright sun and a brisk breeze. It had already rained a little a few weeks before, so I guess the local flora figured it might as well be spring. At any rate, we were greeted by the first flowers of the season. Mostly, these were isolated individuals, with the sheepish air of people who had arrived too early for a party--so, to spare them further embarrassment, I won't publish their pictures. However, the shooting stars had arrived en masse and were rocking the joint.
I love shooting stars.
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