No pictures, no eye candy. Just words this time.
Southern California may be a tough place to make a living in, but it sure gets beautiful when it rains.
My drive to work is around an hour long on a good day, like today. I ran some errands and headed up later in the day, around eleven am. I head north to 91 and then west through Anaheim, then south on 55 towards Santa Ana.
The drive up 15 on any other day would have yielded grey rocky mountains mostly shrouded in haze, before which there would have been dusty tan hills. Today was different. Those same desert-like hills now contained bright green grass with orange and purple flowers. And the grey mountains were clear, and shone almost like a sword with white snow at the peaks. Most other places are cold or wet at this time of year, but the temperature, weather and surroundings might as well have been Shangri-La.
The drive was the best I've ever had and made the long commute worthwhile. It may not be worth paying 400k+ for a house that you can raise a family in. Or it may not be a place where you can drive down the road without flipping someone off, but it sure is beautiful.
