Actually, in the 15 years I lived there, I got a pretty good introduction. I've driven the LA Freeways in rush hour traffic, in a truck pulling a trailer. Probably pretty difficult, now. I made the most money I ever made in my life. Life was pretty good, until I found out what went on at school, that day. That, was what finally got to me!
I fished for Tuna, out of Long Beach and out of San Diego. Didn't think there was anything as exciting as that, until I got a 4 pound Brownie on a fly rod, in the Boise River. I fished for Salmon, out of San Fransisco. Great fishing. I hunted almost every mountain in the state. Great hunting. I back-packed more than a thousand miles of California trails, including the entire Camel Back from the mountains to the desert. Great country.
Still have my back pack! Tried to pick it up, the other day. Decided to give it to my son. Can't lift it, comfortably, anymore. Yes, it's still fairly full of the equipment I used to carry. Most of it still works. My gas can, for the little stove, still has gas in it. Man, I wonder where I would get rid of thirty year old gas!
Anybody got an idea? (Probably something else, by now!) :
I prospected for gold, in northern California, just for fun. Found it everywhere I looked. Most money I made doing that, was selling little gold nuggets in glass vials, oh, and selling gold pans at the stream-side and helping people learn how to use them. I don't think there's a river or stream that doesn't have some gold, anywhere in the state. Not a way to make a living, but fun.
Loved Crab and Lobster, on the warf, in San Franscisco. Don't think that's there, anymore.
Wasn't too much of a Fancy restaurant gormet, but been there, done that.
Did like the out of doors, but can't get there without going thru stiff traffic, anymore, and my favorite camp-sites have mostly been paved over for parking lots and resorts. (Hey, maybe I ought to take my MH there. I could tell folks I used to fish for cutthroat, "right over there, somewhere, this side of that Moxie Java.") :
Well, my tastes have changed. Can't walk worth a hoot, anymore and can't lift my backpack. Can't carry my old kayak, and couldn't paddle it, if I did get it to water. Maybe it's time to go back to California. Good place, for a old guy, I hear.
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Ray D ;D