Olvera Street. Mexico.

Friday Justin and I took the train to Olvera Street. I make any excuse to take the train. Even one stop over to Memorial Park, or two stops over to Wholefoods.

It's been a while since we've taken it all the way to Union Station. It's been even longer since I've been to Mexico - way, way longer. When I was younger we used to go a lot. We used to camp on the beach, go to La Bufadora, we used to buy live lobsters on the beach, play with them, and then eat them for dinner. We still have family down there, but it has been a long, long time since we have gone, and that makes me very sad.

All these trinkets and toys brought back so many memories. I think I've owned at least one of each: the guitar, the marionettes, the foam lizards, the grab bags, and the Mexican candies.

That's it. I feel a Mexico trip coming on.

Another old photo. My dad and I in Mexico somewhere, sporting our matching "La Bufadora" t-shirts. I still have the yellow one my dad is wearing.

Eaton Canyon

Last year we were in Eaton Canyon at least once a week. Now that we moved two miles south we've been there less frequently. TWO MILES really makes a difference!? Even still, it's nice to have a place to get out, to hike that is close. It's dry right now, but the waterfall still has a trickle. I can't wait till the creek is flowing again. I've heard rumors of a moderate "el nino" in the works, anyone else hear this rumor?

I still have memories of being in Junior High during an "el nino." It rained for weeks straight and I remember being in 7th grade science class during a thunder storm. We opened up the door and watched in awe. After school things got really interesting (for Southern California weather, that is), it snowed! It snowed in San-freakin-Dimas. Well, I guess it was a large amount of hail that stuck for a while, but it looked like snow. We ran outside had snow ball fights. It is a good memory. The San Dimas post office used to have posted photos from that day, "the day it snowed in San Dimas."






Ok, while reminiscing I realized I probably had a photo of that snow day somewhere. And sure enough:


Yes, that's me in the old bomber jacket, and tight black jeans that are tucked into my construction boots. 1993.