I drove up into the mountains this morning before a going-away dim sum brunch for Mike. He’s leaving for Israel for two weeks tomorrow.

Angeles Crest was really wild today. Grey and cloudy at the base, crazy thick fog and rain on the lower third, weird half-fog half-sun a little further along, and then BAM. Bright sun, warm air, slight breeze, and an incredible view wherever you pulled off to the side. It was an entirely different world above the fog layer.

I parked in a turnoff and hiked about fifteen minutes off into the woods until I got to this stupid-pretty rocky outcropping over a valley.

I spent too much time up there though, and had to high tail it back down the mountain to make it to brunch, only about 15 or 20 minutes late! Worth it though, I think.

Dear Motorcycle riders on the Angeles Crest Highway,

You guys must have found it endearing when I came around the bend blaring country music, swerved into a turnout, jumped out of the car said, “Hey there, how’s it going? Great evening for a ride. Do you see this fucking sunset!?” as I walked over to a corner to take a picture. When I came back around, you guys had taken panoramic shot of me and the sunset, and then you guys actually sent it to me. So basically, thank you and I love you. You guys are the best.