January 4, 2011, LAX Airport, evening. We’ve just made it through security and are waiting for our flight in a strangely empty part of the terminal where everything is a shade of gray. Matt wanted to watch the planes take off, he had hoped to see an A380 (= new big airplane). These past few days since we’ve left Seattle have been full of travel and schlepping, so we’re already getting used to the lifestyle. We safely returned the boxes of artifacts to the lab at CSULA and I was happy to see all my archaeology friends there who are plugging away at analyzing shells, bird bones, drek, fish, and rocks. We stayed in West Hollywood with my friend Brooke. Her dog Charlie made us feel right at home. Charlie thinks it would be a good idea if people would lie down as much as possible so he can curl up next to them. Had a chance to see a few of Matt’s friends who live in the area and revisit his brief attempt to be a southern Californian. The sun came out today and the air was clear from all the rain—snowy mountains, Catalina Island, and a deep blue ocean. Bye Pacific, see you on the other side.
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