The first full weekend of March marks the beginning of summer in Southern California, we find. It stayed so hot last night that I woke up a bunch of times from the heat, especially since we don't have any top sheets on the bed, only a comforter. It also probably didn't help that we had the windows open, and the highway (US 10) isn't so far away from us. They save the biggest loudest trucks to go by in the middle of the night, I find. All the opressive good weather makes us miss New England; awake at around dawn I thought it was cloudy out, and that pleased me much, but when I woke up later I saw that the sky was still as blue as can be.
But we mean to take advantage of the summer while it's here, and since Leah has the day off we're going to drive off into the wilderness and be tourists. If we survive I'll write all about the expedition in these pages.