it's hot but not humid in los angeles today
So I'm here in a downtown Los Angeles Starbucks. I've finally secured some time to set up this blog.
The drive took three days. From Atlanta to Los Angeles is around 2200 miles, 80% of which is incredibly scorching hot desert. The first day saw us(my dad and I) make it all the way across Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana to stop and sleep at a hotel in Shreveport, LA. Alabama and Mississippi are incredibly dull states to drive across. And without air conditioning in a 12 hour driving day, they elicit anger. Anger and general depression, I guess.
The second day we drove all the way across Texas. Shreveport is right at the border of LA and Texas, so we basically spent an entire day in Texas. The Texas landscape was more bearable just because it was different. The land is so flat that you feel like you can see for hundreds of miles in all directions. Most of what mid Texas gave us was depressing ghost-like towns in between hundreds of miles of oil pumps littering the landscape.
Lower west Texas is when it got awesome, because the mountains started arriving. Or maybe rolling hills, since they weren't that big. Anyway, we stopped in El Paso, which is right on the Texas/Mexico border and definitely the armpit of Texas.
The rest of the trip from El Paso to Los Angeles consisted of a lot of New Mexico and Arizona desert and California mountains. And sweating.
The most amazing part of the trip was a sleepy little town situated between two huge mountains a couple of hundred miles outside of Los Angeles. It was called Palm Springs. Palm Springs is interesting, first, because it's probably the windiest place I've ever been in my entire life. We stopped to get gas, and I almost was taken away. Or blown away, maybe. haha So it's windy, right? Big deal? Maybe. But the second interesting thing was the literally thousands of wind energy harnessers(or whatever) all over the mountains and hills. I felt like I was either in Star Wars or Don Quijote. The giants are everywhere, and I am very, very afraid.
The drive took three days. From Atlanta to Los Angeles is around 2200 miles, 80% of which is incredibly scorching hot desert. The first day saw us(my dad and I) make it all the way across Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana to stop and sleep at a hotel in Shreveport, LA. Alabama and Mississippi are incredibly dull states to drive across. And without air conditioning in a 12 hour driving day, they elicit anger. Anger and general depression, I guess.
The second day we drove all the way across Texas. Shreveport is right at the border of LA and Texas, so we basically spent an entire day in Texas. The Texas landscape was more bearable just because it was different. The land is so flat that you feel like you can see for hundreds of miles in all directions. Most of what mid Texas gave us was depressing ghost-like towns in between hundreds of miles of oil pumps littering the landscape.
Lower west Texas is when it got awesome, because the mountains started arriving. Or maybe rolling hills, since they weren't that big. Anyway, we stopped in El Paso, which is right on the Texas/Mexico border and definitely the armpit of Texas.
The rest of the trip from El Paso to Los Angeles consisted of a lot of New Mexico and Arizona desert and California mountains. And sweating.
The most amazing part of the trip was a sleepy little town situated between two huge mountains a couple of hundred miles outside of Los Angeles. It was called Palm Springs. Palm Springs is interesting, first, because it's probably the windiest place I've ever been in my entire life. We stopped to get gas, and I almost was taken away. Or blown away, maybe. haha So it's windy, right? Big deal? Maybe. But the second interesting thing was the literally thousands of wind energy harnessers(or whatever) all over the mountains and hills. I felt like I was either in Star Wars or Don Quijote. The giants are everywhere, and I am very, very afraid.
See for yourself. It was crazy strange.
So once we left the giants behind, things got back to normal. It was still hot, still dry, and the wind was trying to throw us off the road.
posted by Ethan at 2:55 PM
1 Comments:
haha. excellent. yeah, there isn't much to arizona except sand and rocks. hot sand and rocks.
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