Mountain Hike and the Last Days

We lost Ben & Nick to Air Canada on Sunday, and they've been missed. Suddenly, we're not so good at soccer, and we're drinking way too little.
Compensation.
Well, we've been compensating by doing some L.A. things that I never really do too often. First, we went to Amoeba Records in Hollywood. That place is huge. Curt didn't find anything to buy, he's cheap, and figures downloading music online is much easier on an already thin bank account. I dug deep, and found a few Erykah Badu CD's for Jamie, a Gomez live double album and the new Zero 7 album. Some good listening. Money and trees and all that come to mind, but who gives a shit?
That was Monday...

Today we went on a 7 mile hike, give or take, into the foothills above Pasadena. The trail was pretty lame at first, but became more of what we were looking for once we got in deep enough.

The trails wound up inside the walls of the San Gabriel mountains, which was amazing. Good hike. The only problem we had was the # of houses we could see while doing the hike. There are homes everywhere!!!
Curt has to leave in a few hours, hopefully avoiding the strip search that Al El Israel Airlines gave him on the way down...or maybe he wants to get felt up. A possibility.
Anyways, I'm being a bad husband right now, clicking away on the keyboard, surfing that internet thing everyone's talking about, so I better get off before I get into serious trouble.
Peace from the Golden Coast, with just a bit of haze,
Jon & Curt