Work kept us busy for a month and sadly away from nature. But we were reminded she was still out there as we watched the sun slip behind the Santa Monica Mountains each evening from the office hallway window.
Our job is never as fun as being in the wilds, but Tucker always make the most of his work experience.
Our commute involved a shuttle from the parking lot to the office, and Tucker charmed himself into sitting shotgun every day.
Our commute involved a shuttle from the parking lot to the office, and Tucker charmed himself into sitting shotgun every day.
Tucker enjoyed the catering…
And the food trucks….
And the Teamsters even taught him how to operate a forklift.
But we finally got a day off and in the spirit of exploration, we headed even more south along the coast—someplace I wouldn’t fathom going from the San Fernando Valley due to the time it would take in traffic.
And we needn’t even go to a “place” per se. Just the side of the road was gorgeous enough.
And we needn’t even go to a “place” per se. Just the side of the road was gorgeous enough.
In the little town of Palos Verde, we found a trail that ran parallel with the road lined with multi-million dollar homes with view.
The scrub brush wasn’t particularly special...
... but the views of the ocean and the bluffs certainly were.
I never thought to venture southward, as my experience with the westside wasn’t much of what I liked. It is flat beaches, lots of people, and (from my limited experience) lacking in natural architectural character. But it seems the farther south you go, the more like the north it becomes: with dramatic cliffsides, wild bluffs, and endless ocean views.
With this as our first experience, I was sure to come back to dive deeper into the southland.
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