I am in Huntington Beach, California and thus California Dreaming. Or at least living the dream that is Orange County—a bastion of white, Hispanic, and Vietnamese wealth, power, and privilege. The Bentley now stands outside the small townhouse where once (fifteen years ago) there stood a cheap American car driven by old people, now dead. The hue of colors at the pier is vast–although, thankfully, there are still young ladies in bikinis (of all hue) on roller-blades bedecking the streets. As my son once said: “Dad, no man should be enabled to fall in love so often during a mere walk down the street.” (more…)
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When I was a kid on a mine in South Africa, the day after Christmas was truly Boxing Day. The excitement of presents subsided and we got to play with the new toys at leisure. There was no TV so we truly sat quietly and read the new books Santa had brought. The servants were off for the day and our parents, every reluctant to cook, simply spread the left-overs from which we picked as fancy and appetite dictated. The sun shone ever-bright and we dipped yet again into the mine swimming pool and got ever more burnt to produce today’s sun-scorched skin and cancers. (more…)
A few photos taken on a bike ride along the Santa Ana River between Huntington Beach and Newport Beach in Orange County, California. First, a view of the concrete channel clogged with silt just as this great, normally non-flowing river enters the ocean.
Then the bridge. I am always fascinated by bridges–I once dreamed of being a bridge design engineer. I did not and instead went into mining, but I still thrill to a bridge.
The sand and silt settle in the concrete channel and before the onset of the winter rains, they have to remove soil and vegetation so the floods can flow.
We rode some ten miles up the river and into Santa Ana the town where there is a park and lots of kids ambling along.
As my cycling companion peddled along.
And we stopped to watch model boats in the pond.
Today I rode up the trail between the trees & ferns dappled by sun & blue sky. After a long uphill climb with leg muscles screaming in pain, I came on the downhill section. Changing gears, I sped up and sped faster and faster down. Coming on a turn I have taken many times, something went wrong. (more…)
Another bike ride and more pictures from today of Huntington Beach.
We rode along the beach and to the pier and here are a few of the pictures that I took. Enjoy and enjoy Christmas.
The sun is shining bright and the day is warm here is Huntington Beach, California, where I am spending time with kids and grandkids. Somehow or other, the pressures of taking the kids to McDonald’s and other diverse hamburger places for lunch, riding the bike down to the beach, being nice at parties to old & new friends, and shopping for the festive season, have left no time for blogging. Plus there were no obvious topics on mining that met the requisite level of interest and contentiousness. (more…)
Every town and city has a main street. Often they are called Main Street. Not the mall: those dreary places designed for shopping for necessities. Main Street is a road lined with fountains, nooks & crannies to explore, shops of unusual goods, and a fascinating place to entertain kids. (more…)