Los Angeles is about transportation, of acting careers into the realm of stars certainly, but also in the more common sense of moving people and things. One mode I’ve yet to try is ballooning, and I hope to. As a kid, powered lighter than air craft (blimps or dirigibles) held far more appeal. My little head would fix on this scene and my eyes would fill with imaginary adventures at the helm of such a ship.
Watching the ground handling crews would predictably remind me of the Hindenburg disaster, but I still dreamed of cruising to exotic far off lands. Now rather than move at a pace and altitude not much different than what we do in Tripp, I’d much rather enjoy the periods of quiet between burns in a hot air balloon drifting with the breeze over treetops. Or maybe just a noisy powered ultralight exploring the local hills on calm days. Really, a small helicopter would be ideal but those are just too expensive. So meanwhile it’s a great and endless delight cruising in Tripp and taking in scenes like this small slice of a gigantic lot at San Pedro where ships, trucks, trains and cars converge.
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