Dreams, Moments, Travels
Taking another long weekend getaway. This time, we are heading up over Northern Arizona, where we are for sunset, and stopping in at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon before going up into Utah.
Our destination is a cabin in the park, but it will be seriously dark out before we ever get close.
It’s these kinds of sunsets that keep our love affair with the Southwest alive and well.
It’s still morning, and she’s yawning; it’s not like one of our 2:00 a.m. drives back to Phoenix, Arizona.
So, while it’s true that I’m shooting with a new camera on this little excursion out to Los Angeles, I only have the memory stick that came with the camera, which is 8MB. The 64MB sticks were delayed getting to market, so I’m still shooting like I’m using floppy disks or film. Btw, that 64MB card when it came out was a bit more than $100.
This is the World Famous Oki-Dog at 860 N. Fairfax Ave in Los Angeles, California. When I was an angst-ridden punk rocker in the late ’70s, I used to go to their original location on Santa Monica Blvd and get their pastrami burrito and fries for a few bucks, and both were enough to feed two or three people. The pastrami burrito is one of the weirdest concoctions ever: it is made of two massive overlapping tortillas, grilled peppers, onions, and a mound of pastrami; cover that with chili, pickles, and mustard and there you go: a grease bomb. I introduced Caroline to this kind of indulgence back in 1991 on her first visit to the United States, probably within her first 48 hours in America.