This isn't where we are right now. We just flew back into L.A. from Aspen, Colorado where we've been cooking for a client for the last few weeks. It's been cold and dry and absolutely crazy. But it's over now and we've been basting ourselves like turkeys in shea butter, so things are getting back to normal. We're settling back into van life and getting ready to head to San Diego. In the mean time, here's a little photo essay from a couple months ago -- our three day stint stranded on the side of the road in the central Californian desert.
We took a wrong turn on the way from L.A. to Santa Cruz. We'd been driving through the desolate roads of Central California, past CAFO feedlots and massive fields of Driscoll's strawberries. We found ourselves lost on a road connecting two highways and stopped in the center of it when we heard a loud popping sound under our feet. We assumed we'd blown a tire, but hadn't. The car wouldn't start and we tried to fix it for hours in the dark before realizing something in our ignition had blown. We pushed the camper to the side of the road and spent three days waiting for help from our mechanic who had just fixed the engine in L.A. The emptiness of that place is almost ineffable. We didn't see more than two cars a day.