. New Mexico is a very different, very brown, but beautiful place. After 4 days we drove to Moab Utah where we spent a couple nights and did some great hiking--Arches National Park and Negro Bill Trail off the Colorado River. Every person on this continent must visit this area. It is so awe- inspiringly beautiful. God's decorating skills are at their peak here. After a couple days, we moseyed down to some mountains outside Flagstaff (very nice town) Arizona to ski for a day. Again, no snow for weeks, then it snowed the night we got in and the next day was excellent Spring skiing. Oh, and nothing but blue overhead. Almost forgot La Canyon Grande. All the tourists park their cars, file out, shuffle along the edge, "click, click", "wow", then drive back to their motels. But to really feel it more than just watching a National Geographic special, you gotta hike down in it. So we spent half a day hiking down part way in it, then back up. That afternoon we skimmed along Route 66, then aimed the car down towards Palm Springs, Janine swearing at all the BFTs (BIG fucking trucks), whizzing by us. Its no wonder that with all those Tundras, Tacomas, Expiditions, Suburbans, Denalis, Yukons, F-150, Silverados, Navigators, and every other giant KING cab pickup snarking around the land that when gas prices go up a couple dimes per gallon Americans freak out. Getting across the border to California, we finally feel like we're getting close to BC. You gotta like a hotel when you get there 3 hours early for check-in and Jack apologizes, scrambles to get the room ready right away, and offers you a cold beer while you wait. So we sat there in awe of our playful mid-century modern hotel and furniture, tall moutains and palm trees, Sinatra crooning in the background, the pool beckoning, and softly mmmmed to ourselves--a purrrrfect place. PS was great, but all the hip folks who partied with the Rat Pack back in the 60s are still there, like mummies in the desert, some more well preserved than others
. Some great homes and buildings though. Staying at a friends place near eclectic Venice beach. It was 29 degress as we drove (with new sunglasses and an open sunroof) to Malibu, the Hills, Melrose, Santa Monica (close by) and wherever else. I wonder if there are any white folks in this city that do their own gardening? Amazingly, you can park on Rodeo drive in front of the D&G store for 4 quarters per hour. Thats about the only bargain to be had there though. We didn't really want to like LA, but gotta say its great...man. Tomorrow we head to San Francisco for a night, followed by a day of sure to be amazing skiing in northern California. We have to book our flights to Bangkok soon, but still looking for a deal.
Aaah, we wake up and open the curtains to see the palm trees swaying in the blue sky, except...whoa dude, umm, like its not blue or any hue related to blue today--crazy man. By now, we just know that every morning is another beautiful blue sky day. Whether its in Taos, Flagstaff, Palm Springs or here in LA. But today the sky is a colour that isn't a colour and the only reason its noticeable is because it isn't blue. Its a sneaky, smeary white disguised as bleached grey with the palm trees the only thing giving that space above any sort of definition. There is no there there today. We last left y'all in Taos New Mexico--a dusty, beautiful place where it hadn't snowed in a month, then the day before we went skiing, a beautiful new blanket of white smothered the mountains (not hills) for us. And of course it was sunny. Fantastic skiing (great hill, very nice people, no lineups) and we were able to meet our friends Donna and Andrew from Lakefield for some skiing and dinners