Every step of the way, the weather and timing of events has fit flawlessly. Sunset over the desert, city lights at night, silhouetted mountains, yada yada yada. And when we woke up to 70 degree sunny weather in LA in the middle of January it sustained the surreality of the trip. California feels like a movie set. I had my first experience with a fixed gear bike, which is scary at first, seems impossible in a hilly city, but still warmed me up to the idea of having two bikes. We ate breakfast at the Omelette Parlor, which oddly enough got its start in Colorado Springs, and was a staple of my weekend diets in college. The menu is the same as is the decor. Weird to find, weirder to experience.
From there, after a few guilt trips by our host who wanted us to stay longer (which we wanted but couldn't fit in the trip) we hit the Pacific Coast Highway via Sunset Blvd. Seriously. Sunset Blvd. to the Pacific Ocean. Sunset was perfect and lingered as we wound around the surfing holes, sharp mountains, and tan people.
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