We took a little day trip today, from Frazier Mountain, through several valley’s east to highway 33. From there we could either take 33 north to the Carrizzo Plain (where we once tore across it in our little PT Cruiser – man that car took us far before it pooped out). Or we could go south to Ojai then down to the 101 back home.
It was only a little day trip; we needed to get away from the computers, away from the eighty percent of our stock footage business that is all website and spread sheets and keywords and metadata and nothing to do with shooting stock video. We needed a little nature and a picnic. As tempting as another drive across the Carrizzo would be – and another view of the massive crack in the earth that’s the San Andreas Fault – we’d save that for another day when we had more time, so we headed south.
We meandered up into the hills, through scrubby brush and trees and over several dry creek beds, the winter colors of rust and gray so pretty against the golden sandstone floor. We pulled over in a turnout with a valley view, set up a time lapse shit and ate – The Husband had made egg salad for me and a cheese sandwich for him, with a box of those new brown rice and sweet potato Triscuits (yum) on the side.
As we headed into Ojai, we passed a few orange groves and the trees were in bloom. The scent of orange blossoms filled the air and I’m pretty sure there’s not a better smell anywhere. All in all, it was the perfect respite from office drudgery. Gotta love California.