It’s the deadly hour after lunch on a very warm afternoon and I fear that our bus driver is struggling to stay awake. I see him constantly doing things like taking off and putting on his gloves, stretching, changing his seating position, taking swigs of what looks like an energy boosting drink. I could easily drop off too if I wasn’t keeping an eye on him and being ready to scream him awake if he does nod off. What doesn’t help is the straightness of this highway – not a bend for the last 100 miles. Also, we’ve driven into that notorious Los Angeles haze – almost as thick as yesterday’s fog. And, all but three of the passengers are asleep, including Glenys.
This haze, this smog, is like the smoke of a bush fire. The hills on both sides are bald, parched by the continuing drought in California. We passed a dam an hour ago that had water, but you could see just how far the water level has fallen – a staggering amount. Still, the grape vines and orange trees look lush – fed, no doubt, by drip irrigation. Overhead we’ve seen migrating geese, on the ground elks of some kind.
I hope we make it to the airport in one piece…..
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