

This would constitute a riot of autumn in Orange County.
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This would constitute a riot of autumn in Orange County.
Opened in 1927, and frequented by Clark Gable, Charlie Chaplin, etc. If you want to access its famous lobby from the street…you’d better *really* want to. Because you’ve got quite the climb ahead of you. Trying this in winter would seem to be suicidal.


Classic. Still somewhat recognizable from my early memories. I bought an overpriced hoodie here and I adore it.

Only in a Sierra Nevada mountain town would one find something like this.

From the main street…

Our little rustic 1920-something cabin. Mega-cozy.

Jo staked out her safe space immediately.

8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.

This cinder cone thrilled the hell out of me when I was little. I don’t know if it has a name. Doesn’t matter…it’s awesome! Also, there’s a sasquatch crossing the road. I mean, what a great shot!

On Highway 14, headed to the Eastern Sierras to see some fall color!



A couple of hours north of Los Angeles, but it looks more like something you’d see in Arizona or Utah.

…in October, at least.

…she’s focusing intently on her precious yak cheese stick.
Decided to give it a try in spite of hearing some unfavorable things about it. My guarded attitude going into it kept my expectations pretty low, which is why I ended up actually enjoying it. Aside from the glorious, creative visuals, it’s no world beater, but Hugh Jackman has a lot of energy and is, as always, enjoyable to watch (even though I don’t like his singing). The music is mediocre, but inoffensive. An accurate bio of P. T. Barnum would be pretty fantastic, as he was a very surprising/troubling mixed bag of a person. This is not that movie. But there are worse ways to kill a couple of hours. And as I said, it’s so pretty.