Back To LA

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Traveling back to LA simply (for the lack of a better word) sucks. Didn’t want to do it, and while crossing the vast deserts of the west, the pull of heading east was pretty irresistible. I cringed at the idea of reentering the big city, and getting swallowed by its maze of freeways. Switching back to attack mode, lane splitting between endless lines of cars, and speeding way way up; it will be a sharp contrast to the way Ive been riding for the last few months. Fortunately, I still had a couple of days before that happens, and instead just enjoyed the void that surrounded me as I cruised down the road.

I came across this abandoned Motel in the middle of nowhere. There was something about it I really liked. You find places like this scattered all across the west, but this one was in really good shape. Hung out for the longest time, and took way too many pictures of it.

I guess I did miss the west a bit.

I decided I needed one last night of camping before heading back, so I stayed at Mammoth Lakes.

This campground was going to close in a week, because of the end of the season. It’s hard to believe, that when I started this trip, many campgrounds were still closed because the season had not started yet. Where did all that time go?

The next morning, it was time for that last ride down the 395. I guess you really can’t ask for a better road to end a ride on. The Sierra Nevada range reaching toward the sky on your right, and the beginning of the vast western deserts on your left. This could quite possible be one of the best roads the lower48 has to offer. Yes, im sure im a bit biased.

Once in Mojave, tradition dictates that I must stop at Grazianos, my last stop before making it back to LA. This place has a lot of good memories dating way back. The start and end point of countless trips to Death Valley and backpacking in the Sierras.

Afterward, I took the Angeles Forest and Crest Highways back in to the city. These are fun roads with a lot of twisties. The perfect place to get oneself in that aggressive mode needed for LA traffic. It was rush hour, and a lot of people were heading in the opposite direction toward the Antelope Valley. More than once did I encountered a car in a four wheel drift crossing into my lane heading at warp speed in the other direction. This sort of thing always keeps the ride interesting.

And there she is: the city of Angels:

Once off the mountain, I immediately rejoined the frantic pace of this city. Freeways 10 lanes wide with everyone flying down them at warp speed.  Suddenly I was back in the thick of it.