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Easy Being Green

June 15, 2019


Typical 70 degree day in Ventura

Person 1: “I’m freezing!”

Person 2: “It’s so hot for this time of year!”

One of the perils of living where the weather is perfect year round is failing to realize just how much the weather sucks in other places.

People keep asking me why I traveled to somewhere when I knew it would be too hot there, or too cold, or too windy, or too stormy.

The truth is that I’m clueless about all of those things. My family has been in California since the late 1800s (ask my sister Paula, the geneaologist). We don’t know from bad weather.

Change of Itinerary

All this is to explain why I never made it to New Orleans. I was in Lafayette and planning on heading east, but the mid-90s heat and humidity completely defeated me.

“Oh, this is NOTHING,” people kept saying.

I headed north in the mistaken belief that I would find some cool somewhere. North = cool, right? Shreveport begs to differ.

But I did spend a work week in Shreveport, parked under some tall pine trees, reveling in my fellow campers’ Louisiana accents, swimming every night in the only-somewhat-suspect-looking swimming pool.

My Modus Operandi

I usually travel on weekends and stay put during the week, because working all day, pulling up stakes, leaving an RV park at 11 a.m checkout time, working in some parking lot with no air conditioning all day and then driving and then re-setting up on the other end is just too much.



My overall impression of the South is this: green and more green. From San Antonio through southern Texas to Louisiana, Arkansas, Tennesee and Kentucky – SO MUCH GREEN.


I come from a dry and brown place. Don’t let the postcards they make during the one green month of the year fool you: Southern California is a desert.

And the quality of the green is so much more vibrant and glowing than our green ever gets, probably because our water is alkaline and in most places back here, it is acidic.

I tried to drink in all this lush green as best I could, knowing that I’ll soon be in less leafy places.


I have a weird fondness for the rapid decay that happens in a moist and rainy place. I’m always taking pictures of overgrown buildings. I loved Highway 49 for all of the interesting decayed places I found.


On Highway 49


The sign used to say I (Highway Sign) 49


Not only could you get fresh livers n gizzards here, but there was a man, Clayton Dyess, singing the most beautiful gospel music with a guitar in the parking lot.

Hey, I found him on the internets!

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