The bulk of the trip through CA was rainy and crappy, but at least it made for some uber spooky Roger Waters Windmills:
And cool clouds on the plains shots:
Eventually it cleared up:
Which gave us a nice view of our impenetrable border fence:
Yowsers. The rest of the trip consisted of the sort of landscape where Snoopy's brother Spike would've felt at home:
All in all, a fantastic weekend. Props to the Beck, as always. We pulled into the house about 7 or 8 and yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later." Just in time for an episode of the new Terminator series which stars River and is thereby inherently awesome.
(Just to avoid another post, we headed back to work on Tuesday, but I was fortunate enough to get invited to play in a scrimmage with Sprawl, the local Men's team, last night. We were a ragtag bunch of players from a bunch of different teams that will be playing in New Year's Fest this weekend - it was great to be back on the field after about a week and a half off; I even scored a couple of goals, played some defense, threw some, wahoo. Good times, and I am looking forward to a schwank weekend).
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