Sunday, December 19, 2010

Final Approach


Tonight, coming back from a holiday get-together in Bakersfield, Brenda and I drove through the Grapevine, she already asleep with her head against the passenger window in need of a blanket and a pillow, and me, with eyes wide open, listening to the radio, and pushing through this rare “Pineapple-Express” Pacific storm in our Jeep.

As we began our final decent down Violin Canyon from Templin Highway towards the town of Castaic, sporadic sheets of rain continuously thumped the windshield as tufts of fog began to reveal the shimmering lights of the city of Santa Clarita sprawled out below.  I felt like I was in the cockpit of a small airplane lining up for a distant runway, descending through a storm’s lower cloud ceiling.  It was a neat few moments.