Starting Out in the Pits

In the fourth grade, I first read about the Le Brea Tar Pits. Seeing an artist rendering of a Saber-toothed cat amazed me. Around 37 years later, today, I visited them. Pit 91 was open and it proved to me just how determined a scientist would have to be to muck around in that sludge.



We also spent time riding around on Metro buses. Once a Metro information board downtown, we noted a place called Eagle Rock and just the name made it worth a visit. Then, we accidentally took a return bus that went to Pasadena. We didn't really spot the little old lady but then she wouldn't been out driving to church on a Thursday. If we'd not gone there, we might not have ridden on the new Gold Line train into Union Station.

We ended the night by just taking the Santa Monica bus down to West Hollywood. It's now cooler in the evenings.