Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Day #43 - 4/24/2011 - Santa Monica, CA

In the spring of my final year of medical school, I had an idle two weeks and made a spur of the second decision to go to the all-inclusive Club Med-Martinique, an out-of-character thing for me. Within the wild experience, I met a UCLA-trained plastic surgeon who, after I told him I'd be doing my residency in L.A., grabbed the straps of my tank top and told me sternly, "You have to live in Santa Monica." Best advise ever.

Nestled between Los Angeles and the Pacific Ocean, returning to Santa Monica always feels like coming home (I lived there for 14 years and both of my children were born there.)
Up a little before sunrise, I stepped into running gear and headed out, running North on the bike path on the beach. Running for me is usually a daily event (5-7 miles each morning after my 7 mile bike ride to work), but this morning was special.  A hamstring injury in February had hobbled my running (but, thankfully, not my biking) preventing me from running for over two months.  I was fearful for what would happen as I trotted out.
What happened was as much as I could have hoped for.  I poked along, taking in the sites unique to this area: the beach, the ocean, the runners and walkers, the homes and the homeless, the hills and the sky...
Seriously...who needs a gym?  Santa Monica has a strong outdoor culture.  I think I should be a part of it.
 ...making it to where Channel Drive cuts into Santa Monica Canyon... 
A few private clubs still inhabit Santa Monica Beach; at 7am, this one is gearing up for a birthday party.  In the background are the palisades along Ocean Avenue.  The matching apartment buildings mark where San Vicente Blvd (the northern border of Santa Monica) meets Ocean Avenue.
 ...leading me to the 4th Street Steps.  The Steps are an outdoor exercise mecca, 198 concrete steps leading from the floor of Santa Monica Canyon to Northern end of Santa Monica where 4th Street comes to an end.
24 hours a day, you'll find people walking the steps.  When I run along the beach, I incorporate a lap, or two, into the morning.
I joined the others walking the steps early that Sunday morning, running the first 100 or so, then trudging the remaining 98.  I was obviously deconditioned, made it to the top sucking wind and recovering in a minute.  
From the top of the steps, looking down at the masses, walking, breathing hard, and sweating.

I turned back towards the Pacific, running along Ocean Avenue overlooking the ocean. This area is a mecca for walkers, runners, sightseers, exercise groups and the homeless.
Ocean Avenue to the right, the cliffs overlooking the coast highway and ocean with people - like me - in between just enjoying the area.
Eventually making it back to the Muscle Beach area, I attempted an equipment work out: more signs of deconditioning.  After some sets of push-ups, dips, pull-ups and chin-ups I resumed my run back to the motel.  I was slow and passed by many, but I covered 5.25 miles without incident…and felt pretty good.
Lani had also run and, after we cleaned up, we both had one thing in mind: the Sunday Santa Monica Farmer's Market.
Our bikes had been stowed in the car since Deming, New Mexico.
Early on Sunday morning, Main Street in Santa Monica was quiet...it was fun to cruise around the familiar streets, not like tourists, but like we belonged here.
We became part of Santa Monica's vibrant outdoor culture.
Santa Monica has several farmer's markets.  While the Wednesday market is the most massive, the Sunday market is the most fun.  In addition to growers, there are many non-agricultural booths featuring merchants and restaurants.
Valet bicycle parking at a farmer's market?  How cool is that?  They stow your bike and keep and eye on it...no fee, but there is a well-fed tip jar on the table.
 Santa Monica is probably as liberal in its politics as a city can be.
While some old feelings die hard, there was no hesitation about our new involvement in Libya.
 Early on a Sunday morning and the market was already a full force family affair.
Free pony rides!  Yay!
 The whole atmosphere just screams fun.
There is a different live performance each week...like a small outdoor concert.
 But, the reason why we come is simple: for the food.
Manchego is a cheese made in the La Mancha region of Spain from the milk of sheep of the Manchega breed, which is aged for between 60 days and two years.   It's also a  Spanish restaurant in Santa Monica.   I use a fair amount of manchego cheese in my pizza making.
 There were many restaurants serving up all sorts of wonderful food items.
Lani and I surveyed the available items for breakfast.
 We started with a burrito from Manchego.
So, the general idea is to try and share as many items as possible...it works better with 3 or more people.  We only split two dishes.
 My burrito reference point is the Grande Burrito from the La Salsa Fresh Mexican Grill, the burrito by which all others are measured, and ultimately fail.
It failed to surpass the burrito from La Salsa, but it was still a tasty failure.
 We moved on...time for an omelette. 
I ordered a Western Omellette.
 Does this not look like fun?
8 omelettes in various stages of production.
 We walked along the many stalls with fresh produce, all very appealing and local.
Hey...look what they have here!  I bought some avocado and eucalyptus honey to add to my monofloral honey collection.
 We dropped the honey off back at the hotel and hopped back on our bikes.
How iconic is this?  Garbed in wet suits and applying one last coast of  wax to their boards,  this trio is just 200 yards away from the Santa Monica surf.
 We biked by the Santa Monica Community Garden.
The application fee for a plot is only $60, but the waiting list is long...plan on at least a few years.
 We biked along the beach until we got to Santa Monica Pier, then turned up to Ocean Avenue/Pacific Coast Highway.
The beach and Santa Monica Pier are just down the bottom of the hill.  
After our Farmer's Market brunch, we ended up at a favorite dessert shop, the Yummy Cupcake in Santa Monica. 
What a great marketing scheme...turning a childhood dessert fantasy into an everyday reality indulgence.

They offer a wide array of cupcakes, from vanilla to chocolate to vegan.
Don't they look just like the Hostess Cream Filled cupcakes your mom packed in your grade school lunch?
All I need now is a cup of coffee.
Fudge Yummy on the left, Peanut Butter on the right.
Right next to the Yummy Cupcake was Paper Source, a store dedicated to stationery, writing and all sorts of things that are so-last-century.  Lani, who has been writing lengthy post cards on our trip to a select, fortunate few, fell instantly in consumer-love.
Stationery?  Pens?  Writing?  I have one answer to that: QWERTY.
Dragging Lani from Paper Source, we continued outside along Santa Monica's hip and trendy 3rd Street Promenade, a popular outdoor mall with its own special vibe and featuring a weekly farmer's market, food, shopping, street performers and the opportunity to people-watch.
Singing a credible cover of Sinatra's My Way.
There are all sorts of street performers, from music to crafts.
Balloon animals...good gimmick...attracts the kids and the adults follow
Years back, this area looked pretty sad, with no appeal.  After a major renovations by the city, it is a major attraction, both for tourists and locals.
We love coming here but there is one problem: no decent chocolate desserts.  Serious.
Some of the performers are more magnetic than others.
Elvis has left the building and is singing outside.
Some people set up displays with a political agenda.
Lani surveys the literature.
Conservative issues and right-leaning politicians do not fare well in Santa Monica.
I used to have a bumper sticker that proudly proclaimed "I Speed Up To Run Over Small Animals" on the back of my 1966 Mustang.  A lot of people didn't get it and would take a ballpoint pen to it...while it was on my car.
People trying to make a few dollars will bring pets and various animals so you can photograph them and chip in a few dollars.
Is this not a form of dog abuse?
To its south, the 3rd Street Promenade is bordered by Santa Monica Place, a newly remodeled mall that is now an outdoor-indoor shopping experience.  We went there to check it out.
Looking north from Santa Monica Place, you have a great view of the 3rd Street Promenade and the Santa Monica Mountains.
The 3rd Street Promenade is also a great place to people watch.
If you ever wanted to have your picture taken with a 3' iguana on your shoulder, here - for a few bucks - is your chance.
Some of the performers are pretty decent and give busking a good name.
These two guys reminded me of Rodrigo y Gabriela and were also selling their CD.
Lani wanted to see the movie Rio, so we finally turned back, stopping at one of those bulk candy stores to pick up sweets for the movie.
Warning: stay away from these bulk candy stores! You end up getting much more than you need, spending more than you had imagined.  I should have just bought the industrial sized box of Milk Duds at the movie theater. 
The movie would have been better if I was 8 years old. 
The top film speed (ISO6400) of the Canon 7D allows shots like this without a flash using the available lighting, though the image quality does suffer a bit.
We returned to our bikes and headed to Venice, one of the best places in the world to stroll and people-watch.
Technically a district of Los Angeles, Venice has its own special vibe.
Venice Beach includes the beach, the adjacent promenade, Muscle Beach, the handball and  paddle tennis courts, Skate Dancing plaza, the numerous beach volleyball courts, the bike trail and the businesses on Ocean Front Walk. The basketball courts in Venice are renowned across the country for their high level of streetball; numerous NBA players developed their games or were recruited on these courts.
Weekends are the best time to catch an eclectic crowd.
Those with something to sell set up tables.  There is folk art, henna tattoos, jewelry, and, in the adjacent shops, no shortage of t-shirts.
Do you see the bike path on the right?  If you are spotted by the police on your bike or in-line skates on the path immediately ahead, you risk a moving violation citation.
Some of the handiwork is elaborate.
While none of the Terminator movies were shot in Venice (though some scenes were shot elsewhere in LA), over 75 films have used Venice.
The Venice boardwalk is replete with culture and sub-culture.
Y'know, I do have a California medical license...I'm thinking second career.  In the meantime, maybe a joint to take away the pain from the toe ring I'm going to get?
One of the coolest things about Santa Monica is that you have a front row seat to a Pacific sunset.
Our 3rd rate Santa Monica Hotel (Bayside) did have a great location.  This was the view from the sidewalk adjacent to the hotel.
Santa Monica and the Westside of LA includes upscale areas like Brentwood.  It's hard to not notice all the expensive cars.
Parked a safe distance from our car, this reminded me of the Death Mobile from Animal House (did you see Kevin Bacon in the video clip?)
In the meantime, I had heard from another friend from residency, Jairo Marin…we were to get together at Tommy’s for dinner.  Lani and I finally returned to the motel on our bike’s, jumped into the car and caught up with Jairo.
Tommy's features a high-quality, low-priced limited menu with all entrees served with Tommy’s famous chili.  The burgers (100% beef), cooked to order, include double-thick slices of real cheese, fresh chopped onions, hand sliced beefsteak tomatoes, pickles and mustard. Extra portions of chili, mustard, onion or tomato are offered at no extra charge.
Jairo was my first co-intern from day #1 of residency, meeting on 6/24/1981.  We worked together for a month – the only time we worked together – and have been friends since.  It was during that month that he introduced me to the culinary wonder that is a Tommy’s chili-cheeseburger, taking me to the stand near the VA where we were training.  I’ve been hooked ever since.  So, it was fitting that nearly 30 years after my first Tommy’s that Jairo and I would again break bread and wipe up chili at Tommy’s.
Chili-burger and chili-fries...the best $5 meal you'll ever have.  It was great seeing Jairo.
For dessert, we walked over to the adjacent Donut King, another Santa Monica favorite of mine.  DK is in the strip mall around Tommy’s and you would otherwise not likely notice it…it’s just a small hole-in-the-wall donut shop, run by a Cambodian family, probably like so many other’s in this city (or other cities.)  But…they make an item, a chocolate chip bar, that is worth a diversion.
The Donut King is right next to Tommy's.  I'm not sure what compelled me to walk in the first time, but I've been a fan ever since.
About the size of hands held together in prayer, the chocolate chip bar has the consistency of a Krispy Kreme glazed donut, but it is covered with a generous layer of chocolate icing, studded with chocolate chips and filled with more chocolate.  For about a dollar, I would stack it up against any expensive restaurant dessert item…anywhere.  That, a cup of coffee and I’m in culinary heaven. 
A chili-cheeseburger for breakfast, followed by this and a cup of coffee and I'm good for at least 12 hours.
So, my Santa Monica day was perfect: a long run, breakfast at the Farmer’s Market (acquiring more exotic monofloral honey), a Yummy Cupake with coffee, a stroll along the 3rd Street Promenade, a movie, a trip through Venice, a Tommy’s burger enjoyed with a special, old friend, followed by a chocolate chip bar at the Donut King.  

All day long I thought: why am I not living here?  The fact is..I could...I could do it now.  Well, not now, but as soon as July.  Okay, not this July because I'm obligated to my section chief and colleagues for the next academic year, but come 7/2012, I could move here and divide my time between Santa Monica and Mammoth.  What am I waiting for?  Until my PSA rises and my health declines?  Godot?  He didn’t’ show up. What?

I’ll have to think about this.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Day #42 - 4/23/2011 - Mammoth Lakes, CA to Santa Monica, CA - 317 miles

The 311 mile route from Mammoth Lakes to Santa Monica, a route I know practically mile-by-mile, is HERE.

It snowed again overnight, creating the overwhelming temptation to take the board out for just a few runs…but I had to get the laundry finished so we could head out.  It is 300 miles from Mammoth to Santa Monica, a solid 5 hours of driving, at least, including the usual stops.  In addition, I have a friend in Bakersfield, CA who I did my pulmonary fellowship with that I was hoping to meet for lunch.  He was traveling locally himself but was to be back later that day and I was hoping to hear from him about getting together.

We loaded up the car, cleared the condo and headed out.  By this time, I had heard from my friend in Bakersfield; he wouldn’t be able to meet us.  I was disappointed, but this saved us a 3 hour detour which was just as well as we had a 6pm Seder invitation near LA.

The first 200 miles from Mammoth to LA is scenic, starting at the 8000’ foot level high in the Owens Valley.  Highway 395 heads South with a large elevation drop before reaching Bishop.  We passed Schat’s Bakery this time and continued South, driving slowly as we entered each small town so we could study them.  

How many times have I passed through Indepedence, CA?  Or, posing it as a rhetorical question in the 3rd person, how many times has Bob passed through Independence, CA?  150-200 times over 30 years and, I'd say, always with the intent of simply passing through at the maximum posted speed (25mph) so I could get on my way.  Not today.

Independence, population 669, was founded in 1861 as a trading post and eventually took its name from Fort Independence, established to help settlers during the Owens Valley Indian War with the Paiute.  Life not being without its own sense of irony, the area that was the abandoned fort was eventually set aside as a reservation.
A small town, Independence has the Eastern Sierras in its backdoor.
Flanked by 14000' peaks on either side, the Owens Valley is the deepest valley in North America and about twice as deep as the Grand Canyon.  
The City of Los Angeles owns most of the water rights in the Owens Valley, limiting development.  The fight over water rights formed by the basis for the classic film Chinatown.
Independence is a popular resupply location for hikers trekking the 2,650 mile long Pacific Crest Trail which extends from the Mexican border to Canada along the crest of the Sierra Nevada and Cascade Ranges.
Built in the 1920s, the Winnedumah Hotel has a number of reasonably priced vacation packages, though the rates are higher than the Super 8 rates we're used to.
 I love the snow-capped Sierras. 
Sierra Nevada snowpack - a key factor in determining the state's water supply each year - stands at 165 percent of average, a level not seen since 1995 and one that puts the 2010-2011 winter near the top of the record lists.
 Not everything in Independence was picturesque.
It was hard to figure out what was going on here, but it certainly stood out.
 We moved on.  About 10 miles South of Independence and halfway to Lone Pine is Manzanar, one of ten camps where over 110,000 Japanese Americans were imprisoned during World War II.  This is where my wife's mother was interned during WWII.  (My wife's father was sent to the Rohwer War Relocation Center in Arkansas.)
While my family has been to Manzanar, I never had.  The camp is in the high dessert...the middle of nowhere.
There was a lot of controversy as to what to call the camps.  Relocation Center and Internment Camp were the least offensive, but some argued that they were concentration camps: the prisoners were detained and relocated against their will, losing every.
Only a few of the original structures remain; the watch tower is a replica.
The National Park Service operates a visitor center that is exceptionally well done.
This display shows those interned trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy.
Manzanar was established as a national historic site in 1992 by Pres. George H.W. Bush

The visitor center is in the background.  The center is filled with exhibits that capture the history of the era, when the country ignored the Bill of Rights and forcibly herded some of its citizens into camps, usually with only a few days notice.
Japanese-Americans had to sell businesses, property and possessions for whatever they could get...usually pennies on the dollar.  At the visitor center, we watched the 22 minute film, replete with US government proclamations that were Orwellian in their warped banality, describing how “wonderful” it would be for the displaced.
It was Executive Order 9066, signed by Pres. Roosevelt, that provided a flimsy cover for frankly unconstitutional actions: the suspension of writ of habeas corpus, and despite the Fifth Amendment's command, the infringement of life, liberty or property without due process of law.
In 1983, after a 3-year review, a Congressional commission condemned the internment as "unjust and motivated by racism rather than real military necessity".  The Commission recommended that $20,000 in reparations be paid to those Japanese Americans who had been victims of internment.  President Reagan signed off.
$20000 in 1985 for having lost all your possessions and years of your life 40 years ago?
 Signs marked the foundations of where buildings had once stood.
The residential area was about one square mile, and consisted of 36 blocks of hastily constructed, 20-foot by 100-foot tarpaper barracks, with each prisoner family living in a single 20-foot by 25-foot "apartment" in the barracks. These apartments consisted of partitions with no ceilings, eliminating any chance of privacy. Lack of privacy was a major problem for the prisoners, especially since the camp had communal men's and women's latrines.
 The monument at Manzanar cemetery is one of the few remaining original structures.
146 prisoners died in Manzanar. The summer days were hot and the winters...well, this is late-April and you can still see the snow-covered mountains.
When Manzanar closed in 1945, the prisoners were given $25 and a one-way bus/train fare.  While many left the camp voluntarily, a significant number refused to leave because they had no place to go after having lost everything when they were forcibly uprooted and removed from their homes. Forcibly detained, they were forcibly removed.
 Fifteen prisoners were buried there, but only five graves remain, as most were later reburied elsewhere by their families
Physically, there is little at Manzanar, yet it conveys the sense of an overwhelming injustice against a group of American citizens. 

We moved on.

Lone Pine, another small town dotting US395 in the Owens Valley is just a few miles south of Manzanar.  It has a tourism-based economy as the town is between several major tourist destinations, such as Mount Whitney, Sequoia National Park, Kings Canyon National Park, Mammoth Mountain, Death Valley National Park, and Yosemite National Park.  In 30 years of driving from Santa Monica to Mammoth, I don't think I've ever stopped in Lone Pine, not even for gas.  Today, we pulled in, drove around and stopped for lunch. 
The Alabama Hills Cafe was an excellent choice.  With the appearance of a small sandwich shop and bakery, it clearly had a local crowd where everyone knew everyone else.  Lani and I split a tuna melt (which was excellent) and a cinnamon bun, one of the best I’ve had.  Their baked goods, including the fresh pies, looked outstanding.  I’ll look forward to returning here.
Continuing south on US395, our favorite "Really Good Fresh Jerky" signs became more frequent, alerting us that the Jerky Shack in Olancha was nearby.
Fresh jerky?  Seriously?  You've just sucked the moisture out of it...how fresh can it be?
Olancha, population=192, was established in 1860. It has a gas station, a restaurant, the jerky shack, and not much else.
Moving farther South, the Sierras not as tall as farther north and have less snow.  Still, they Sierras make for a pretty backdrop.
 There was a nice array of honey.
I was honeyed-out and managed to not buy any.
 Lani bought tuna jerky and some basic beef jerky.
The tuna jerky made the car smell like a fish market.
 I always look forward to passing the Mojave Air and Space Port, a massive government facility.
Because of the dry climate, many commercial airlines store excess inventory here.  The planes are lines up like cars at a car rental agency.
From Mojave to Santa Monica, it's just another 100 miles.  But, for me, it's a 100 painful miles...the landscape bores me, the traffic gets worse and I've been sitting for 3 hours.  Today, however, we were stopping a little short in Encino, CA to join some old friends for a Passover Seder.

I’ve known Steve Lerner for nearly 30 years…we met during my residency, becoming good friends in the second half of the year when we spent two months together on the medicine ward at the country hospital (Olive View).  We share a common passion for food and wine and have met innumerable times for wine-oriented dinners at our favorite restaurants.  His wife, Lisa (whom I've known as long as Steve) had been following our bike trip.  When she saw that we were going to be in the vicinity during Passover, invited us to their Seder.  This was the first time I could recall being at their Encino home.
Lisa, Steve's wife, greets Lani and me at the door.  The last time Lisa saw Lani, Lani was probably 3 years old.
I think we were the last to arrive.  Lisa introduced us.  The appetizer course was well underway.
The evening featured a wonderful gathering of family and friends.  Lisa had set each place with individual care.
Unless I'm with a patient, I'm not big on the whole Doctor thing.
We got situated and waited for the Seder to commence.  The Passover Seder is a family-oriented ritualistic dinner that retells the story of the Jewish exodus from Egypt under the oppression of the Pharaoh.  The Seder itself is based on the Biblical verse commanding Jews to retell the story of the Exodus from Egypt: "You shall tell your child on that day, saying, 'It is because of what the LORD did for me when I came out of Egypt.'" (Exodus 13:8)

The Seder centers around the reading of the Haggadah, an ancient text that tells the story of the Exodus.
Steve, flanked by Lisa's father, conducted with Seder with expertise and passion.  For as long as I've known Steve, it was a side of him I had never seen.  I was impressed...and moved.
We took turns reading passages of the Haggadah, which dates to the 1st or 2nd Century.
Men and women are equally obliged and eligible to participate in the Seder. In many homes, each participant at the Seder table will recite at least critical parts of the Haggadah in the original Hebrew and Aramaic.


The Haggadah contains the narrative of the Israelite exodus from Egypt, special blessings and rituals, commentaries from the Talmud, and special Passover songs.  Involvement of the children is a focus of the Passover Seder.  There are portions that target the youngest capable of participating, especially The Four Questions.
Alison, daughter of Lisa and Steve, is a junior at USC and Health and is a Humanity and Environmental Studies major.
The oldest complete manuscript of the Haggadah dates to the 10th century.
This was my first Seder in nearly 40 years.  I found the reading of the Haggadah to be moving.
The reading of the Haggadah describes the slavery of the Jewish people in Egypt and their miraculous salvation by God. This culminates in an enumeration of the Ten Plagues, which finally induce Pharaoh to let the Israeilites leave.

After each of the first nine plagues inflicted on Egypt, the Pharaoh initially agreed to allow Moses to take the Israelites with him, out of Egypt...but quickly reneged.


The final plague, the slaying of the first born, was inflicted on both humans and livestock.  Before the plague, God commanded Moses to inform all the Israelites to mark lamb's blood on the doorposts on every door in which case the LORD will pass over (hence the holiday name, "Passover") them and not "suffer the destroyer to come into your houses and smite you".  After losing his first born son, Pharaoh relented and allowed Moses to escort the Israeilites out of Egypt (though Pharaoh shortly thereafter sent his armies to chase after the Israelites.)


When Pharaoh finally allowed Moses and the Israelites to leave, they did so quickly.  There was no time for the bread to rise, leaving only this cracker-like flatbread: Mazto, which is consumed during the Seder and the seven days of Passover.


The items on the Seder table are symbolic.  Charoset is a sweet, dark-colored, chunky paste made of fruits and nuts; its color and texture are meant to recall the mortar with which the Israelites bonded bricks when they were enslaved in Ancient Egypt.


The Seder dinner involves a lot of preparation and the kitchen becomes a focal point.
Steve (on the left) opens a bottle of wine while Lisa, Lani and Earl (Lisa's father) gather around the kitchen island.
Four hours passed in the blink of an eye...then Steve had to return to work.  He finally made it back home after 4am.  The Seder experience with Lisa and Steve's family/friends made for a memorable evening.
Whenever Steve and I get together, it is a joyous  event...usually revolving around food and wine.  The Seder was no different.
As Steve left, so did Lani and I, arriving at our Santa Monica motel by 11pm...317 miles, 15 hours and several experiences later.  I thought about the day, from Manzanar in the morning to the Seder in the evening...what an unlikely juxtaposition.

The Japanese-American Internment during WWII rounded up 110,000 Japanese and Japanese-Americans (about 80,000 of them American-born) and proved that, sometimes, the Constitution is insufficient.  Former Supreme Court Justice Tom C. Clark, who represented the US Department of Justice in the "relocation," later wrote:
 "The truth is-as this deplorable experience proves-that constitutions and laws are not sufficient of themselves...Despite the unequivocal language of the Constitution of the United States that the writ of habeas corpus shall not be suspended, and despite the Fifth Amendment's command that no person shall be deprived of life, liberty or property without due process of law, both of these constitutional safeguards were denied by military action under Executive Order 9066."
This was a part of American history that was unknown to me until I moved to California after medical school and met Susan (future wife) and her family...it was never part of my history books or education, yet seemed so obviously wrong: discriminating against a people because of their ethnic background and appearance, rounding them up and locking them away.  The Japanese-American lost virtually everything: freedom and possessions, a form of domestic diaspora.


In constrast, Passover tells the story of the exodus of the Israelites from their enslavement in Egypt, culminating in the end, at least for a couple of hundred years, of their diaspora.

And what of today, with increased awareness of all things Muslim following 9/11, attempts by Western nations - such as France - to ban the hijab, and America's own Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act , an act that many criticize as an assault on the Bill of Rights?   Sometimes, Americans and their leaders have short memories, little insight and a failure to appreciate history.


Manzanar and Passover...internment and exodus...they made for the most thoughtful day of the trip, so far.


Tomorrow?  Tomorrow I think I'll just wallow in all things Santa Monica.

























Saturday, May 28, 2011

Day #41 - 4/22/2011 - Mammoth Lakes, CA - 10 Runs, 11628 vertical feet

A beautiful morning with blue skies, light winds, a mountain filled with open chairlifts and fresh powder.  The lifts started at 8:30am and I was there.  
Okay...so maybe I wasn't the first one in the lift line...but I was the happiest.  A little over two weeks ago, we were  paralleling the Mexican border on US90 through Texas.  And, now, I as going to kick up some powder.
Up the first chair, I headed directly to the nearest long run, Cloud 9 Express, a 6 minute ride providing a run a mile long with a 1650’ vertical drop. 
When I was here in February, I topped 60mph on the downhill. 
From the top of the run, looking down at the expanse of the run, I saw acres of ungroomed powder punctuated with trees and no one else.  With no grooming of the run to indicate  “go here”, I was free to cruise wherever, without constraints, into the trees and back out…6½ minutes of euphoria (maximum velocity=27.6mph...pretty slow for me, but it was deep powder) taking me back to the lift line…where I was the only one there.

I made my way to another favorite part of the mountain, Upper Dry Creek.  This area gets moguled out pretty quickly, but today, I was the first person there.
A mountain of fresh powder with no human obstacles in sight.  I don't think I had ever seen this part of the mountain looking absolutely pristine before.  Hey...let's go violate the snow!


A few runs later and I was at the gondola, enjoying the view on the way to the summit.  Mammoth Summit tops out at 11035'.
The summit sign, in the lower left portion of the picture, is nearly buried.  Early in the season, the sign towers  10' over my head.  Mammoth has received record snowfall this year.

After several excellent runs, I met up with an old friend, Ellyn Ashida, my first resident from the start of my internship in 6/1981.   Ellyn lives in Los Angeles and is a frequent visitor to Mammoth.  We happened to be on the mountain at the same time and arranged to get together.
Ellyn and I have known each other for almost 30 years, dating to my first week of internship.  She is one of my favorite people. 
 Ellyn and I did some runs together, then parted, meeting later in the day for dinner.  What a great day.

Day #40 - 4/21/2011 - Mammoth Lakes, CA

Up at 6am; there’s fresh powder everywhere.  
I love the sight of fresh powder in the morning...it looks like...victory.
 Fresh powder demands a freshly waxed board.
Waxing a board (or skis) reduces friction.  In powder, it helps you keep your speed up in the flats.  It is an act of snowboard-love.  (I didn't really say that.)
The morning started off promising, even though it was like stepping into a blizzard once I was out the door and on the lift…it didn’t matter as I was geared for the weather. 
The key to a great day on the board (or skis) during a blizzard is to dress for the occasion: layers, no exposed skin, impervious gloves, toe warmers, and an iPod that has a bluetooth connection to the speakers built into your helmet.  Yes, my eyes are closed.
Hopping off the first chair lift, the powder was exhilarating as only snowboarding on powder can be.   Unfortunately, the winds shut down most of the mountain.  I did 6 runs through trees and powder before calling it a day.  

But, it was still a blast.