Finally, i arrive at Judy's house. As bad as the highways are in L.A., there are a lot of great, quiet, beautiful neighborhoods ...either in the canyons, just off the busy road or around the bends. I entered the valley and the skies returned to vibrant blue. I turned onto my friend Judy's road, and my tension slowly faded. I remember the great parts of California, because there are so many... I park the car, 10 and a half hours after my day began. It's finally over...
The dogs remember it and run around like mad. i conk out on the swing for an hour...
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