The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. This is the story of my blonde adventure from Boston to Los Angeles.

Monday, September 27, 2010

What strange clouds those are

As we wound our way through the canyons, we spotted some rather odd clouds blanketing the mountain tops ahead. As we traveled closer, the dirty sun reflections and gucci handbags amber glow revealed themselves to us and we realized our path lead us straight into the infamous wild fires. As the sky darkened and charcoal remains of dead trees lined the road, suddenly, it became all too real.

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