A September Wedding, and a visit to The Getty Museum in Los Angeles

September 20-22, 2019. We flew from Portland to Los Angeles for another very happy wedding. Once again we spent most of the weekend biding time with family. This was also a ‘return to the past’ weekend – I grew up in the northern San Fernando Valley. No family members live near there anymore, so I haven’t been to the area in a very long time. I was looking forward to seeing some of my past geography.

On Friday we flew out of the clouds in Portland. I was lucky to get a window seat, my favorite part of flying.

Mt Rainier, Mt St Helens and Mt Adams poking out of the clouds.

Mt Hood

Clouds dispersed at the California border. The landscape of central California, the Sierra Nevada Mountains and then the transverse ranges north of Los Angeles were on view.

Lake Tahoe

Central Valley farmland

San Fernando Valley

We flew over The Getty Museum in Sepulveda Pass. The Italian travertine building stone really stands out in the landscape.

 We circled near the Hollywood Hills before landing at LAX.

Wilshire Boulavard

The Hollywood Sign

Los Angeles River

After renting a car, we drove back to the Getty Museum. It was built after I moved away for college, so this was my first visit. The architecture is stunning, geometric, pleasing.

We wandered through a few of the many galleries, admiring paintings and photography. The most iconic is this iris painting by Vincent van Gogh.

The gardens were overflowing with seasonal flowers. Somewhere on these paths our wedding couple got engaged.

I was especially excited to see a blooming and fruit-laden pomegranate tree – another throwback to my youth.

After a lovely couple of hours at the museum, we returned via the tram to the parking garage, with panoramic views along the way.

Getty Tram view: The hills ahead were burned in a wildfire last year.

View south to the Los Angeles basin from the tram.

View north toward the San Fernando Valley.

I-405 Freeway wall mimicking the stratigraphy.

As we drove on the Ventura Freeway across the south side of the San Fernando Valley, enduring the infamous traffic, I revisited the street names that bound the geography of my childhood.

We were staying in Thousand Oaks, near the wedding venue. On Saturday morning we had time to drive over the Santa Monica Mountains to Zuma Beach in Malibu, to spend just a bit of time on the very beach I played on as a child.

Zuma Beach

Zuma Lagoon

View to the north

Sand castle and wave action

Then in the afternoon and evening, we celebrated with a very happy bride and groom and families.

Garden at Los Robles, before the wedding.

We flew home on Sunday, but alas, no window seat – not even an open window shade near me! Which makes me feel claustrophobic. I did get some knitting and reading done, but I can do that anywhere. Some of the most beautiful landscape in the world is out that airplane window!

In all it was a lovely weekend, a chance to visit with distant family members and see some of my historic geography. There is never enough time to do it all!

A June Wedding

July 2, 2019

No hike this week. We flew from Portland to Los Angeles for a very happy wedding. We spent most of the weekend biding time with family.


Cape Chestnut tree that framed the ceremony at the Fullerton Arboretum.



Gifts for guests, handmade by the brides.


Handmade wedding cake.

Views from the flight home:


Mt Lassen


Mt Shasta


I finished most of the knitting on Le Petit Sac,


turned the heel on the Traveling Socks,


and bought some yarn for a new project….


San Francisco Interlude

April 11-14, 2019

We flew from rainy Portland to sunny San Francisco, with no views until we emerged from the clouds just in time to see the cliffs of Marin County, the Golden Gate Bridge, and all of San Francisco beneath us.


Marin Headlands


Golden Gate Bridge!


The City


Financial District and Bay Bridge


The wide view as we circle to the south


South Bay wetlands


Foster City

We lived, studied and worked in San Francisco and surrounds from the mid-70’s to mid-80’s, but I have not been back for more than ten years. We were there for a 35th Reunion for my husband. Activities were set in the Embarcadero/Financial District, so we spent most of our time there. We walked a lot (16 miles!), talked a lot, and had some delicious food. A very pleasant, if exhausting weekend.

We rode BART from the airport, mostly underground, but above ground long enough to see the ‘Little Boxes’ near Daly City.


My first view of downtown, emerging into sunshine from the underground Embarcadero BART Station onto Market Street, was of theĀ Ferry Building, while a street busker was singing Hallelujah.


That evening we took the Muni Metro to The Castro to meet a friend for dinner at Tara Indian.


Queen Anne Houses along Market Street


Intersection of Market and Castro


One of the old-style street cars


Looking down Castro Street

Friday we walked to the Ferry Building,


The Ferry Building


along the Embarcadero,


Treasure Island, Bay Bridge, arriving ferry


Coit Tower to the north


The new Salesforce Tower on the skyline


Cherry Blossoms across the way.


Pier 7


Crossing lattice


Transamerica Pyramid beyond the bookstore

then up Broadway to City Lights Books,



then back to the Ferry Building.



Walton Square


101 California Building



Cherry blossoms


Ferry Building, with moon and palm trees!

After dinner at Osha Thai on the Embarcadero, we walked down to see the lights on the Bay Bridge.


Bay Bridge, daytime


Bay Bridge, night


Ferry Building, night

Saturday we visited the Farmer’s Market at the Ferry Building, then walked up to Chinatown.

In the evening we attended the main reunion event in the Hyatt Regency. The Atrium is an amazing indoor space that brought to mind the Ministry of Magic. Lighted elevator capsules slide up and down, sharply angled walls are juxtaposed with an organic sculpture in the foreground.




reflected patterns




seating areas


tile pattern used throughout the Embarcadero District


shadows, light, curves, angles

Sunday, we attended a brunch in a friend’s home near the Presidio before heading to the airport. One last look at Mt Diablo and the North Bay, then we were above clouds until the Columbia River and Portland.


Mt Diablo


North Bay – Carquinez and Benecia Bridges



Columbia River

I have many fond memories of places that did not fit our schedule on this brief trip, especially Golden Gate Park, the Presidio, the beach areas. I am from California, and of California. Being in California feels like going home though it has not been my home for a very long time. I hope to visit again soon!


I managed to turn the heel on the second sock while flying home.



And our crab apple tree is finally in bloom!