A White Van Man Has Some Ups and Downs, Part 7

 

In case the title of this post worries you, I am referring to using the White Van to change elevation, and not to any other activities (quiet, you lot who are sniggering in the back). Despite my sore throat, we continued our stay-cation. First we checked to see if the neighbor's  7' 4" surfboard would fit inside - it did. He pronounced the White Van "surfer appropriate". Although better if it came with AWD, to escape from sandy roadsides along the shoreline.



 


Then we went off and refilled the White Van (regular petrol, $2.59/gallon, 10.7 gallons, 270 miles=25.3 mpg). Those were hard mountain and desert miles, moderated by the long downhill from Shangi-La.




We hit the freeways for a high-speed run Northwards, hoping to beat the predicted storm. The cloud formations were awesome. Particularly for Southern California coast, where we usually live under a blanket of marine moisture, or hot clear skies.



I think that pinkish tone in the picture below is a reflection in the windshield or some bug's vital fluids on the glass...




As we climbed up into the foothills, we passed miles of citrus and avocado orchards.




We veered to the left and started to climb more aggressively. I have to comment at this point that today's drive was the first time I've ever driven sanely up this mountain. All previous drives were in various Lotus cars at maniacal speed, hoping my brakes wouldn't catch fire or the car blow up or sail off into the hillside below.




In fact we even stopped to do a very UN White Van Man thing, to smell the flowers.


 

We looked out over the edge to see the beautiful valley beneath us.


 



 

And to read some more of the signs posted by our nanny state.




Just to show how windy the road is, how often do you actually turn the wheel of your car this far (apart from being in a parking lot). You can get dizzy or worse on this Palomar climb.









More than a mile high, and colder than we expected. We did a quick hike up to the dome and marveled at the 200" mirror (that's 16 2/3 feet in diameter, and it was hauled up this same road back in 1939 without breaking!). A large and noisy group of middle school boys (future White Van Men) made us cut our visit short, and we beat it.








We saw some more nice flowers around the observatory.




















On the way down we saw what looked to be a teary-eyed biker mounting his Harley and putting slowly off. 




Mystified, we wandered around until we found the reason for his demeanor... as I said, this mountain road entices us to drive more quickly than we ought, especially bikers.


 

Well, shaking that off, and driving conservatively down the mile-high mountain, we passed the avocado consultant (who knew?) 




We looked for the lowest place around, which turned out to be Hellhole Canyon.




As the clouds were continuing to threaten us, 




and lunchtime was upon us, we sat and enjoyed a meal amidst more wildflowers.








Then hiked a couple miles and headed back to the White Van. We beat the rain by 5 minutes.




On the way home we thought  "What a Day". Little did we know .... 

(to be continued in Part 8)

Cazalea 



This message has been edited by cazalea on 2016-04-10 12:21:27

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