The missus and I traveled to the Salton Sea this past weekend, and I'm planning on a series of posts about it.
For those unfamiliar, the Salton Sea is a salty rift-valley lake, under sea-level, and, at one time, a major resort destination for both residents of the Southland and the Bay Area. It is still the largest lake in California.
It's striking to be in the middle of the desert and see blue water stretching off to the horizon...
...and the decrepit chair was a good harbinger of the surrounding community that seems to be called Shoreline Village.
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Korean Friendship Bell in San Pedro
An old friend came to town, and that gave us the opportunity to look on Google Maps and find cool stuff close by to drive to and visit. Go Southland Rare Hidden Attractions!
In the coastal San Pedro neighborhood of Los Angeles (a former autonomous city that was annexed by LA), and the base of the Rancho Palos Verdes Peninsula, an installation sits, a gift from the Korean President from 1976, the Korean Friendship Bell:
The pagoda sits on a hill overlooking the edge of the peninsula. The bell is constructed of many kinds of metal from traditional Korean methods. They have an informative plaque in bronze near the walking entrance.
The eaves of the shrine are beautiful and full of a vibrancy that you imagine is a visual representation of the sound it the bell makes.
We were tempted to strike the bell. In my state, the getaway would have been interesting. Also, we weren't sure it would have reached, as the lock up was noticeable:
Here's a shot of the shrine with the sun illuminating. The sky had been pretty cloudy, and started to break while we were at the Bell.
Well, that was a bit of weather misrepresentation. It was hazy in Long Beach, and as we traveled around the outer ridge of the RPV Peninsula, the haze was being burned off by the micro climates of the windward side of said peninsula.
The Korean Friendship Bell is a free attraction, so there's that as well.
In the coastal San Pedro neighborhood of Los Angeles (a former autonomous city that was annexed by LA), and the base of the Rancho Palos Verdes Peninsula, an installation sits, a gift from the Korean President from 1976, the Korean Friendship Bell:
The pagoda sits on a hill overlooking the edge of the peninsula. The bell is constructed of many kinds of metal from traditional Korean methods. They have an informative plaque in bronze near the walking entrance.
The eaves of the shrine are beautiful and full of a vibrancy that you imagine is a visual representation of the sound it the bell makes.
We were tempted to strike the bell. In my state, the getaway would have been interesting. Also, we weren't sure it would have reached, as the lock up was noticeable:
Here's a shot of the shrine with the sun illuminating. The sky had been pretty cloudy, and started to break while we were at the Bell.
Well, that was a bit of weather misrepresentation. It was hazy in Long Beach, and as we traveled around the outer ridge of the RPV Peninsula, the haze was being burned off by the micro climates of the windward side of said peninsula.
The Korean Friendship Bell is a free attraction, so there's that as well.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The Swallows of San Juan Capistrano
Eh...in freeway bronze form:
The missus and I went down to some hot inner spot away from Oceanside--San Marcos. Since I lived in Texas, San Marcos to me will always be where you can catch the tube ride south of Austin. San Marcos in Texas is the furthest point that's considered metro-south-Austin, while the next set of shopping centers south is considered metro-north-San Antonio. Weird.
We went to meet some friends and drink some sour beers. There was a lambic and sour beer festival at a bar in San Marcos.
Afterwards we visited the Stone Brewing Co.'s Bistro in Escondido, along with the Lost Abbey Brewery tasting room, between San Marcos and Escondido.
Stone had a great big relief sculpture of their gargoyle logo on the wall:
I was hoping I would be able to drive, but my broken leg, while off the crutches, isn't quite strong enough for the clutch pedal in our Passat.
The missus and I went down to some hot inner spot away from Oceanside--San Marcos. Since I lived in Texas, San Marcos to me will always be where you can catch the tube ride south of Austin. San Marcos in Texas is the furthest point that's considered metro-south-Austin, while the next set of shopping centers south is considered metro-north-San Antonio. Weird.
We went to meet some friends and drink some sour beers. There was a lambic and sour beer festival at a bar in San Marcos.
Afterwards we visited the Stone Brewing Co.'s Bistro in Escondido, along with the Lost Abbey Brewery tasting room, between San Marcos and Escondido.
Stone had a great big relief sculpture of their gargoyle logo on the wall:
I was hoping I would be able to drive, but my broken leg, while off the crutches, isn't quite strong enough for the clutch pedal in our Passat.
Friday, August 24, 2012
San Francisco
Yup. The last post claims to be a contest is our little own little Mediterranean city on the Pacific, San Francisco.
Since my leg situation, we haven't been invading too many places, although we've been interested in taking a trip to Ensenada in Mexico, and will probably be doing that soon enough.
Here're some more SF pictures:
Two of the more phallic symbols from the City. Icons, still, but...
Since my leg situation, we haven't been invading too many places, although we've been interested in taking a trip to Ensenada in Mexico, and will probably be doing that soon enough.
Here're some more SF pictures:
Two of the more phallic symbols from the City. Icons, still, but...
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Contest: City Identification
What city is this?
I'm not sure what prize I'd like to offer, but there will be one for the first correct answer to leave the answer as a comment.
I'm not sure what prize I'd like to offer, but there will be one for the first correct answer to leave the answer as a comment.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Montezuma's Castle, AZ
Leaving Phoenix up I-17 leads a driver out of the locally lush Sonora desert locations through what's been described as like "the surface of the moon". Rocks and devoid of life. For miles. Then, after about twenty miles and a nice elevation change, plant life begins to return.
The changing flora yields a collection of desert shrubbery and succulents, and after another twenty or so miles you're left in a high hilly plateau, well covered in greenery and windswept with nice breezes.
Even though it's a desert, at this point it's pretty lush.
About a dozen or so more miles will get you to the entrance of Montezuma's Castle National Park.
That's about as close as visitors can get.
The Sinagua (sin-ah-wah) culture thrived in the southwest between 600 and 1400 ACE, and covered an area from Colorado to Mexico and from Nevada to New Mexico. The castle was built as a cool place to live during the blazing hot summers over the course of many years.
There are five distinct levels, and each floor is supported by axed timbers. There was a community of 200 nearby, but archaeologists believe that only thirty-five people lived in the castle at the height of it's use.
It has, over the recent centuries, become the object of conservationists efforts to preserve it.
Here's a closer look, thanks to the Mrs. Blonde Giant's nice camera:
These pictures have been taken along the footpath, and if you follow it around behind the rim of this cliff face, there is another set of ruins, a set to which visitors can get closer.
Maybe we should have led with this, but here's a diagram of the construction sequence of the castles's creation:
Montezuma's castle, the living quarters for Billy Jack in the movie of the same name, looks beautiful and classic, but, if a cliff dwelling site in the Phoenix vicinity is what you're looking for, I'd suggest heading southeast to Tonto National Park. The front isn't quite as complete as Montezuma, but you're allowed to walk around in the space.
The changing flora yields a collection of desert shrubbery and succulents, and after another twenty or so miles you're left in a high hilly plateau, well covered in greenery and windswept with nice breezes.
Even though it's a desert, at this point it's pretty lush.
About a dozen or so more miles will get you to the entrance of Montezuma's Castle National Park.
That's about as close as visitors can get.
The Sinagua (sin-ah-wah) culture thrived in the southwest between 600 and 1400 ACE, and covered an area from Colorado to Mexico and from Nevada to New Mexico. The castle was built as a cool place to live during the blazing hot summers over the course of many years.
There are five distinct levels, and each floor is supported by axed timbers. There was a community of 200 nearby, but archaeologists believe that only thirty-five people lived in the castle at the height of it's use.
It has, over the recent centuries, become the object of conservationists efforts to preserve it.
Here's a closer look, thanks to the Mrs. Blonde Giant's nice camera:
These pictures have been taken along the footpath, and if you follow it around behind the rim of this cliff face, there is another set of ruins, a set to which visitors can get closer.
Maybe we should have led with this, but here's a diagram of the construction sequence of the castles's creation:
Montezuma's castle, the living quarters for Billy Jack in the movie of the same name, looks beautiful and classic, but, if a cliff dwelling site in the Phoenix vicinity is what you're looking for, I'd suggest heading southeast to Tonto National Park. The front isn't quite as complete as Montezuma, but you're allowed to walk around in the space.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Bardsdale Farm U-Pick and Tour
The missus and I, again with our Garifuna cat-sitter friend, took a quick trip to the hills north of Simi Valley, about even with Ventura in the grand scheme of things, but farther east by about fifty or sixty miles.
Bardsdale is the site of a Farm Fresh to You satellite farm sporting both orange and avocado trees for a U-Pick. Farm Fresh to You is the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) that delivers produce to our door at 6 am every Friday.
They hosted a get-to-know-your-farmer event this past Saturday morning, everyone interested was invited. There was a lecture by one of the members of the family that runs the business, a shaded market stall, a kid's corner for craft activities, an acoustic band, and a U-Pick. A U-Pick, if you've never heard, or can't imagine, is where you are allowed to pick as much fruit as your bag allows. Now, they gave guests a plastic bag, but we brought our own.
Here there were two types of orange trees: navel and Valencia. The Valencias were smaller but came from much larger trees. Valencias are used for juice mostly, and this small orchard space, newly acquired by the business owning family as an event space, was thought to be mainly a juicing concern, before the main juicing orchards were transferred to Fresno.
The avocados were about 85% harvested by the tine the family got control, and they asked the workers to hold off the harvesting and leave something for the guests (us) to pick.
They were unripe, but you can accelerate that at home.
I got to talking with Thaddeus, one of the sons of the family and the writer of the newsletters that are delivered each week with the box of produce. It turns out we were at Cal Poly, SLO, at the same time. He had some interesting things to say about their business model. He says that he could grow some great vegetables, and that would be fine, but today he is focusing on growing new farmers.
Part of their business plan that's radical is that they're both a produce growing concern, and a produce delivery organization. Long ago those two things had been separated, and today it's revolutionary to try and grow produce close by and then take it to the consumers. How far have we gotten?
This model is the important part, and they're doing their part to change the world. Not too many companies can say that.
Here's a picture of a typical small bag-in-a-box of produce:
They have different choices of boxes; some fruit, some vegetables, some able to eat raw, all seasonal...many, many choices.
Here's a copy of a newsletter: it has news from the farm, information on some of the produce, and recipes. Next to it is the list of the box's contents.
The oranges were everywhere, and the wonderful scent of orange blossom was succulent and overpowering. Here's a Valencia tree.
Another thing that was as omnipresent as the beautiful smell of blossom was the unmistakable hum of bees. Seriously, the buzz of the hundred of thousands of bees created a constant hum in the air that you quickly forgot about, but constantly dodging bees was an activity that you didn't take for granted. Strangely, it didn't scare anybody; all was calm in the bee-dodging game. Here my camera caught a bee leaving a blossom. Thaddeus said these blossoms will produce oranges by September.
In this picture you can see the navel orange trees in the foreground and the larger Valencias in the background.
Here's a walkway through the avocado trees. Since the harvesting of the avocado was nearly completed by a crew recently--a fact we didn't know until later--the first forty-five minutes of the walk through the avocado rows was frustrating and literally fruitless. Eventually we found the row that wasn't touched by the crew, and loaded up on rock hard avocados. We've got our accelerating methods at home.
Here's the bag I used to fill up on oranges (and about four avocados, the missus got about ten). I'm not sure how much it weighed, but it was between twenty and thirty pounds. Still eating and juicing them, I'll have Vitamin C poisoning soon enough.
Bardsdale is the site of a Farm Fresh to You satellite farm sporting both orange and avocado trees for a U-Pick. Farm Fresh to You is the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) that delivers produce to our door at 6 am every Friday.
They hosted a get-to-know-your-farmer event this past Saturday morning, everyone interested was invited. There was a lecture by one of the members of the family that runs the business, a shaded market stall, a kid's corner for craft activities, an acoustic band, and a U-Pick. A U-Pick, if you've never heard, or can't imagine, is where you are allowed to pick as much fruit as your bag allows. Now, they gave guests a plastic bag, but we brought our own.
Here there were two types of orange trees: navel and Valencia. The Valencias were smaller but came from much larger trees. Valencias are used for juice mostly, and this small orchard space, newly acquired by the business owning family as an event space, was thought to be mainly a juicing concern, before the main juicing orchards were transferred to Fresno.
The avocados were about 85% harvested by the tine the family got control, and they asked the workers to hold off the harvesting and leave something for the guests (us) to pick.
They were unripe, but you can accelerate that at home.
I got to talking with Thaddeus, one of the sons of the family and the writer of the newsletters that are delivered each week with the box of produce. It turns out we were at Cal Poly, SLO, at the same time. He had some interesting things to say about their business model. He says that he could grow some great vegetables, and that would be fine, but today he is focusing on growing new farmers.
Part of their business plan that's radical is that they're both a produce growing concern, and a produce delivery organization. Long ago those two things had been separated, and today it's revolutionary to try and grow produce close by and then take it to the consumers. How far have we gotten?
This model is the important part, and they're doing their part to change the world. Not too many companies can say that.
Here's a picture of a typical small bag-in-a-box of produce:
They have different choices of boxes; some fruit, some vegetables, some able to eat raw, all seasonal...many, many choices.
Here's a copy of a newsletter: it has news from the farm, information on some of the produce, and recipes. Next to it is the list of the box's contents.
The oranges were everywhere, and the wonderful scent of orange blossom was succulent and overpowering. Here's a Valencia tree.
Another thing that was as omnipresent as the beautiful smell of blossom was the unmistakable hum of bees. Seriously, the buzz of the hundred of thousands of bees created a constant hum in the air that you quickly forgot about, but constantly dodging bees was an activity that you didn't take for granted. Strangely, it didn't scare anybody; all was calm in the bee-dodging game. Here my camera caught a bee leaving a blossom. Thaddeus said these blossoms will produce oranges by September.
In this picture you can see the navel orange trees in the foreground and the larger Valencias in the background.
Here's a walkway through the avocado trees. Since the harvesting of the avocado was nearly completed by a crew recently--a fact we didn't know until later--the first forty-five minutes of the walk through the avocado rows was frustrating and literally fruitless. Eventually we found the row that wasn't touched by the crew, and loaded up on rock hard avocados. We've got our accelerating methods at home.
Here's the bag I used to fill up on oranges (and about four avocados, the missus got about ten). I'm not sure how much it weighed, but it was between twenty and thirty pounds. Still eating and juicing them, I'll have Vitamin C poisoning soon enough.
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