After four long months of being home and working “remotely” (aka, working from the garage), Tucker and I began our new gig which was in office and away… but not really away. It’s in Santa Monica. Which for those who live in the San Fernando Valley, know it might as well be in Montana.
The commute is abysmal to impossible. So in order to stay on the job, housing was arranged for me on the westside. It is a once in a career sort of thing. While I would have preferred to be completely on distant location or able to sleep in my own bed every night, the gig is with the people I enjoy working with, which is ultimately what matters most. Who, not where, should always be the first question.
Being on the westside means that we can kinda act like we’re on distant location—taking our weekends to explore places we never would have from the valley due to the long commute. So for our first little exploration we drove a short half hour to the Malibu Bluffs.
It didn't have the same kind of chaparral as the Carpinteria Bluffs; this was more scrub grass that appeared it may do with some more watering.
The commute is abysmal to impossible. So in order to stay on the job, housing was arranged for me on the westside. It is a once in a career sort of thing. While I would have preferred to be completely on distant location or able to sleep in my own bed every night, the gig is with the people I enjoy working with, which is ultimately what matters most. Who, not where, should always be the first question.
Being on the westside means that we can kinda act like we’re on distant location—taking our weekends to explore places we never would have from the valley due to the long commute. So for our first little exploration we drove a short half hour to the Malibu Bluffs.
It didn't have the same kind of chaparral as the Carpinteria Bluffs; this was more scrub grass that appeared it may do with some more watering.
There was some taller shrubbery to wind through on the narrow trail which made for an interesting walkabout.
Once we went close enough to the ocean, we could see the tell-tale signs of human life (ie, houses).
Tuck found a stick, so he didn’t mind much about the people factor disrupting the view.
And if we turned in the other direction, we could pretend the houses weren't just out of sight and that we were miles from civilization.
I had to wonder why people would live right up to the water like that. There couldn’t possibly be beach or land between the back door and the water.
I prefer to be a little higher up and a little farther away to appreciate the view.
But to each his or her own. For Tucker and me, up here on the hill, among the shrubbery was just fine. The vast panorama we could experience was worth the incline hike and from here we could feel alone with Nature, which all we ever strive for when our feet hit the trail.
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