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I spent most of the day Tuesday in and around Ventura (only a few miles north of where I was staying in Oxnard).  Most of the day’s activities are covered in other posts, but mid-day I went out on the Ventura Pier and had a yummy Ahi taco at one of the restaurants there which was on my short list of places to eat.

This is looking north from the shore:

And this is looking north from out on the end of the pier itself:

Tuesday afternoon I visited this house in Camarillo, CA, which was built in 1892.  The gentleman who originally lived here operated a ranch for 78 years, eventually transitioning from cattle to crops.  I got here too late in the day to tour the inside of the house (too nice of a day to be indoors anyway) but I mainly came to see the outside.

Curiously, the exterior of the third floor room was embedded with colored stones and glass:

And in the yard stands a HUGE pine tree (almost half-again as tall as the house), unlike any I have ever seen before:

It’s called a Bunya-Bunya pine tree, and was to the right of the house as I took the first photo of the house seen in this post, and there is another one immediately behind the house.  If you look very closely you’ll see a sign on the base of the tree which says “Warning – Beware of Falling Objects”!  Not very comforting…

And I hope of the tree ever comes down in it’s entirety that it doesn’t fall on the house!

 

Monday was a travel day, as I went from Yucca Valley, near Joshua Tree, west past Los Angeles to the coast.  Before leaving Yucca Valley I had 2 more quick stops to make at Joshua Tree.  There are two areas accessible from the main road north of the Park, not from the roads within the Park itself.

I drove east towards the town of Twentynine Palms to the access road for the 49 Palms (not a misprint) Oasis.  A short ride in on the paved road took me to a parking lot from which I would have to hike up a very rocky hillside (can you say “rattlesnakes”?) and out to the Oasis itself.  It sounded real nice, but it’s not gonna happen.

Next I drove to Indian Cove.  The paved road took me in as far as the campground, which was all I needed to see.

Then I hit the road for LA.  It was a short drive west to get to “The 10” and it only took about 15 miles from there to get to the town of Banning, there a taco joint was waiting for me (those of you who know me know that I LOVE tacos).

Well, the taco joint may have been waiting for me but then I had to wait for them, as they didn’t open until 11am and it was only 1030 when I got there.  No problem – as this would make the timing of my day work out perfectly.  Los Angeles was another 90 minutes up the road and I didn’t want to get through there until after lunch hour anyway so after eating I embarked for the big city.

Although “The 10” would have taken me very close to the city and directly out to the coast I opted to take somewhat of a bypass (well, an alternate route) around the main part of downtown.  I went north on “The 5,” west on 134 “The Ventura Freeway” through Hollywood and past the West Coast headquarters for ABC, NBC and CBS, then south on “The 405” to get back to “The 10,” which took me out to Santa Monica and the Pacific.  Although traffic slowed in spots it never stopped for long and I made it to the coast 13 minutes ahead of schedule, at 147pm.

In Santa Monica I picked up Route 1, the Pacific Coast Highway – or PCH, and started heading north.  There were signed indicating that there had been an accident on the PCH earlier in the day and that traffic there was jammed.  I decided to suck it up and get through it before afternoon rush hour got any closer.  I guess the locals heeded the advice to avoid the area as getting past the trouble spot didn’t take long at all (crews were replacing downed power lines and they had one lane open each direction).

Then I started taking pictures.

Real estate in California is expensive, especially near the ocean.  Parking is at a premium and you even have to pay to park at State beaches.  But as you drive along the PCH there are brown signs every so often which say “Beach Access” and you may park along the highway there all day for free!  Those areas are lined with cars, but every so often I’d spot an opening, park, and walk a short distance to the sand.

To get to the spot where I took the photo above I had to walk through the valet parking lot of a fancy restaurant to get to the path to the beach.  There was a Ferrari, a Bentley and a Corvette all parked next to each other so I knew I was in Malibu…

I didn’t see any “celebrity” houses in Malibu but they are usually built in places where you can’t see them anyway, and more importantly so they can’t see you.

I drove further north, some pictures of which I posted earlier, and ended up in the town of Oxnard where I would spend Monday and Tuesday nights.

As most of you know, I like to drive on scenic roads.  They are the starting point for planning my trips and I find them to be more enjoyable to drive on than interstates.  There are a series of roads which go completely around Joshua Tree National Park and Sunday I decided to make a big lap, counterclockwise around it.

I was staying in Yucca Valley, on the northwest corner of the Park.  The first place I came to when I drove west was a Nature Preserve.

A walked around there a short while hoping to see some unusual birds but didn’t have any luck.  I could hear them but couldn’t see them because of the heavy vegetation.  I don’t like snakes and found myself looking down more than I was looking up, so I left and continued my lap.

West of the Preserve was a good view of Mt. San Jacinto in the distance, on the other side of the Coachella Valley.

The southern edge of my drive would be on the dreaded interstate, “The 10”, and I found some roads which would let me delay getting on it as long as possible.  I was now driving in the flat desert.  Right before reaching I-10 things quickly changed from brown to green.

Here is where I had just come from:

And here is where I was heading:

The transition was achieved when I came to an intersection of two roads and crossed over an aquaduct:

Aquaducts are a common sight when you are in farming areas of the desert.  They provide copious amounts of water for the farmers to use to irrigate their fields.  From the bridge I was standing on when I took the three photos above, if I went straight (which I did) I would immediately be in Coachella.  If I had turned right I would have immediately been in Indio.  If I had jumped to the left I would have been in the aquaduct!

When I got past the palm trees there were lush green fields on both sides of the road:

I got on the dreaded interstate and headed east.  When I stopped in Chiriaco Summit for some food and to use the restroom I found the Matzner Tank Pavilion right next to the truck stop/restaurant I was heading to:

I know someone in Pennsylvania who collects real tanks.  He’d love this place.

I headed further east, then north on smaller roads, then made the turn back to the west to head towards Twentynine Palms, one of the three small towns on the north side of Joshua Tree National Park.

As I got close to town this little chapel caught my eye:

And when I say little, I mean little.  I didn’t go inside but I bet it only holds 4 people.  This was part of an impromptu art exhibit in someone’s front yard.  Next to the chapel was this little graveyard.  I really liked what I saw:

What a clever idea!

There was also this little guy, who didn’t even come up to my waist:

I drove into town and stopped at the JTNP Visitor Center again.  I had been there before but neglected to take pictures of something which was in front of the building:

This large piece of art was really tall.  The right disk was stationary but the left disk moved slowly as the wind hit it.  If you look closely you will see that the images on each disk are opposites of each other:

Also pretty clever…

Across the street from the Visitor Center was this Catholic Church:

As I was positioning myself to take these photos I noticed something in the air to the east.  I had seen a small airport with a bunch of gliders.  What I saw in the sky was a small airplane towing a glider up to high altitude for it to begin it’s lazy descent back to the ground.

 

As I was making a lap around Joshua Tree National Park on Sunday I stopped at a truck stop/restaurant in Chiarico Summit, CA (on “The 10”). The restaurant was on my “good places to eat” list. I had to use the Men’s room and saw this sign on a coin operated dispenser mounted on the wall there:

Of course I wanted to collect all 12 grab bags of sexy surprises so I went out to my car for $9.00 in quarters (my parking meter money).

Needless to say, I now have LOTS of sexy surprises!

I was going to call this post the Variety Pack even before I decided making the previous post!  These are various things from various places in the past two weeks or so.

This is a Gambel’s Quail.  They are found around Joshua Tree National Park.  They are rather small and zip across the road pretty fast (like roadrunners), so I didn’t try to get a picture of a live one in the wild.  This was a model of one in the JTNP Visitor Center.

Here are a group of barrel cacti, on top of a small hill as I was driving through Valley of Fire State Park north of Las Vegas:

I don’t even remember where this one was taken, but the homeowner isn’t shy about making his feelings known:

And there is a wooden sign behind it, facing the other way.  Another subtle message, perhaps??

This cactus was at the Panamint Springs restaurant I ate lunch at when leaving Death Valley National Park (right before getting to the canyon where the military jets fly).  It was a little bigger than a grapefruit.

These were at a rest stop on “The 10” while I was making a lap around Joshua Tree National Park on Sunday:

This was on the road in to Pioneertown in Yucca Valley, CA:

This was outside the State Park Visitor Center down near Malibu, CA yesterday:

This was taken this morning on the beach near the Ventura, CA yacht club:

This was taken in the AAA Motor Club parking lot in Ventura, CA this morning:

These were taken at two of my stops earlier today near Ventura, CA

This second one IS called a Bottle Brush.  The tips look yellow but they were actually gold in color.  I have never seen one of these before.

 

Sunday as I was making a lap around Joshua Tree National Park I had to drive on the dreaded interstate (I-10, or as they say in California – “The 10”) for about 35 miles.  At one point there was an orange speedboat on a trailer, sitting by the side of the road.  I would have liked to have stopped and taken photos of the front and back, but technically stopping along an interstate is illegal unless it is an emergency (and somehow I don’t think the blog would count) and I thought they might get especially cranky in California.

Here is a boat similar to the one I saw (although mine was only about 2/3 the size of the one in the picture).

(Photo credit: Rossi Marine International)

I dunno… there was a strong cellphone signal… I think I would have stayed with the boat and called for help!

No photos (thankfully).

Sunday I made a big lap around Joshua Tree National Park on a series of scenic roads.  When I got to the east side and started driving north I was on a two-lane road, with many of the vehicles on the opposite side hauling various watercraft behind them.  I assume there must be a big lake nearby.  This was a stretch of road maybe 20 miles long which was dead straight.  Well, of course there had to be impatient drivers who were NOT hauling watercraft, and had to pass what they perceived to be slowpokes.

At one point I saw a car in my lane passing a bunch of southbound vehicles.  He was getting pretty close to me but finally ducked back in line.  Well, there was ANOTHER car behind him and by the time he could find a spot to get back in his lane we had almost collided.  That was the closest I have come to a head-on collision in a long time.  As the second car approached I had quickly reviewed my options (there were only two).  The speed limit was 65 so the closing rate was 130mph, and if I had gone off onto the shoulder – which was incredibly rocky and dangerous, that option probably wouldn’t have ended well either.

And not 5 minutes later it almost happened again as a car coming the other way swung out to pass, evidently not realizing how close I was, and quickly ducked back in line.  This time I had my left hand on my high-beam bar and flashed my lights at him so I could be sure he could see me.

Scary stuff.

It reminded me of a time last year when I played “chicken” with a State Trooper.  That time the trooper won (troopers almost always win) as he forced me off the road.  I’ll save that amusing JohnBoy story for another time.

 

 

No photos.

When I came to this area I hoped I might find a friend of mine who I met while flying radio controlled model helicopters years ago.  As you may have guessed, his name is Chad.  Chad is in the Marines and when I met him he was working at Camp Lejeune in Jacksonville, North Carolina.  He traveled to many of the same helicopter “fun flys” (weekend gatherings) in the southeast US that I did, and was my best flying buddy.

Chad is a very experienced pilot and has been very kind, helpful and encouraging as I “learned the ropes” of flying.  He is the only person I have ever seen who, after taking off, could fly his entire 6-8 minute routine inverted (upside down).  The helicopter, not Chad.  Before I stopped flying a few years ago he was transferred to Germany for three years, and when he came back to the States was moved to the Marine Corps training facility in Twentynine Palms, CA, about a half hour east of where I was staying.

I didn’t have his contact information but after about an hour and a half of online detective work (can you say “stalker”) Friday night, I found him!  He sent me his phone number and when I offered to take him out for a beer or for dinner he said I should just come to their house for dinner Sunday night.

So I had dinner with Chad, his wife Amy, and their son Dieter – who, now 12, has doubled in age and height since I last saw him, and is incredibly proud that he is now taller than his mother!  We spent about 4 hours together, with me talking their ears off about my travels, my blog, and my Airbnb experiences.  While I thoroughly enjoyed visiting with them and catching up on things, the entertainment was provided by their dog.

They have a huge, black Rottweiler.  While we were inside talking he wanted to be involved in the activity and Chad had to keep shooing him away (they give all their commands to the dog in German, which I found interesting).  And as those of you know me know, when JohnBoy is speaking HE wants to be the center of attention.  The really funny part was when Chad was out cooking steaks on the grill, their dog came walking over with a tire around his midsection.  I laughed, and Chad said “If you think that’s funny, wait ’til you see this”.  He coaxed the dog out of the tire and threw it (the tire, not the dog) out in the yard.  The dog retrieved it and carried it back to Chad, a process they repeated about a half dozen times.  This is how the dog plays “fetch”.

Chad rides motorcycles and one time when he was replacing a front from one of his bikes and threw the old one out in the yard and, voila, a new behavior was born!

 

I spent 4 nights in Yucca Valley, California while visiting Joshua Tree National Park.  I stayed in a Dome house, up on a hill overlooking the town (which looked really cool at night).  My Airbnb hostess, Michelle, is one of my favorites in the four years I have used Airbnb.  She is probably less than half my age but we seemed to have so many similar interests and we had some great conversations.  Her laid back attitude and outlook on life is amazing.

And she just bought a motorcycle!

And while she hasn’t even owned it long enough to have license plates (that takes about 45 days in California) she left at 430 Monday morning for a road trip east, through Arizona and New Mexico.

Melissa is a bus driver for MBTA, the Morongo Basin Transit Authority, the local public transportation provider.  She told me about their museum in Twentynine Palms (two towns east of Yucca Valley) and Sunday I stopped to take a look at the “Hastie Bus,” the first bus used by the MBTA.

(Photo credit: ConstantContact)

The Hastie Bus is a 1928 Chevrolet and has been restored after having been destroyed in a fire in 1960.  It is named for Johnnie Hastie, it’s driver – back in the day, not the guy driving it in the photo.

The bus now sits in a building behind a museum and the only pictures I could take of it were by putting my camera up against the windows.  I was so close I could only see small portions of the bus.