You’ve probably heard about Southern California traffic. At times, it is everything you’ve been promised.
2:30 going up. 1:05 coming home.
Helaine and I went out tonight. 1:05 going. :30 back to the house.
We drove the 405. It’s the San Diego Freeway. It doesn’t go to San Diego.
The main northbound side of the 405 is six lanes, plus an HOV lane. It’s wider still at interchanges.
To exit the highway from the HOV demands crossing six lanes of traffic! It is not for the squeamish.
When clear, traffic moves in the mid 70s. When jammed, cars crawl bumper-to-bumper mile-after-mile into the night.
There are many freeways. I’m clueless away from the few I know. How did people move like this pre-GPS and Internet? I drive now with impunity.
Helaine and I knew we’d be out a while. We left Doppler on her own.
This is a recent occurrence. We never let Ivy alone, nor had we with Doppler. In Connecticut we tried keeping Doppler in her crate. A remote video camera showed she was really upset. That had to stop.
We were gone over five hours. No sweat. Mostly, she slept in the kitchen. She disappeared a few times, but the mic didn’t pick up barking. That’s good.
Doppler was very excited when we got home. We got a hero’s welcome.
We are very lucky. And the traffic sucks.