“Who wants to go camping in Pomona?” I must really love this man of mine because he convinced me to camp in the gangs and smog capital of sunny east Los Angeles in the hottest weekend in September, Labor Day weekend, 2017. Yes as we made our way out of the rainy thunderstorm mountains where …
Somethings will always bring me back to that Labor Day weekend on Mt Baldy. The smell of men’s arm pits. Throwing up orange slices and a hell of a lot of water. The way my calves cramped up after the race (All I wanted to do was grab that box of …
What does Labor Day weekend mean to me? Well obviously it means sharing my glorious mountain roadways for one weekend with the rest of Southern California. And THAT means flipping off a lot of people and possibly running from the cops. I bet a bunch of them will have to take advantage of great services …