L.A.

Trip Start Oct 23, 2007

Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of United States Los Angeles, California, United States
Sunday, November 25, 2007

On to Los Angeles. Upon crossing the state line into California, two things happened: gas prices went up almost 50 cents and there was an inspection station for all vehicles. The gas prices I was expecting, but for some reason was telling myself it would not be as bad as everyone said it would be. Well, instead of the $35 it took to fill up our car in Asheville, it now takes $50. Good thing we have our bikes! The prices are frustrating but the vehicle inspection was terrifying. We pulled up and a nice gentlemen asked us where we were coming from. Upon answering, he began asking other questions about possible items we were bringing into the state. Strange food, plants, etc. He asked to look around the car and of course I said go ahead. This is where the real fear came into play. Unless Lauren was smuggling some cocaine or illegal immigrants into the state, we had nothing to fear. Or at least, Lauren had nothing to fear. I cannot begin to describe to all of you what a work of art that packing job was

Dersert 3

. When everyone said I couldn't fit a useless mail sorter, I found a nook just out of spite. When everyone said I couldn't pack one more thing, I packed three. And not in some Jackson Pollock abstract way where I simply stuffed items in. No, no, no. This was geometrically beautiful. Something M.C. Escher would be proud of. (Look 'em up) So naturally, one could understand my horror when John C. Lawman was taking a gander inside our car. I fear he would something suspicious and ask to see what it was. I would gladly pay double the gas prices if it meant I did not have to unpack my work of art to show this dude that he was wrong. Well, my over-dramatic consternation was put to rest as he gave us the green thumb and we were off again with another adventure under our belts. On a side note, Lauren was very worried as to why I was profusely sweating. I assured her I would be right as rain in about five minutes.
The California desert was the most desolate place I had ever seen. At least in Utah and Arizona there were occasional shacks in the middle of nowhere. But here, NOTHING. Very strange.
Our time in L.A. was short and so will be what I write about it. Smoggy, crowded, fast, diverse, glad I can say I have been there. Joking aside, it was great to see two of my best friends, Eric and Dave. Dave is married to a very nice girl named Michelle. We stayed with them for two nights and were able to go to church with them. That was great because we had not been able to go in almost two months. The last thing I will write about L.A. is on Sunday night we went to a restaurant called "Roscoe's." Their claim to fame...fried chicken and waffles combinations. GREAT DAY IN THE MORNING!!! I could live in L.A. for Roscoe's.
From Dave's we drove up Highway 1 to Mountain View. Almost there!