Nash Rambler travel blog

Biker's at "lunch"

Topanga Canyon

Darrell-

Donna on Malibu pier- hey lady where's my FISH!

A stop at Oxnard road side stand

Malibu beach Donna

Strawberry pickers YUM...

strawberry field's forever...

yes we hauled some home...

hedge of green

speaks for it's self...

man and dog having fun

no fish yet...only a ugly crab!!

what a view they must have...

Topanga Canyon cuve and Donna what was that animal that made us...

Felt like cool, smooth leather...would it taste like chicken?

Malibu Beach spray

Surf's UP !!!

let's see..face the other way, clear the rocks, place board in water....

what a beautiful view

waiting for another wave...

watch the wave dude...

Topanga Canyon

sightseeing birds

rock of the ...ages...

The beauty that God provides in the sounds and colors is often...


Saturday Jan 17th Donna and I decided to take a road trip up Hwy 101 to 27 (Topanga Canyon) to Pacific Coast highway. The trip was 151 miles of beauty. We drove thru the Topanga Canyon, had to pull over a few times as the "locals" knew how to drive the curves and I had Donna asking me to be cautious and they didn't! We made it to the Malibu Beach area, the mountains gave way to the shiny blue water of the Pacific Ocean and the many surfer's pulled over to the side of the road along the coast enjoying the wet and moon created surf. We decided to walk the short distance from where we parked the Truck and take the walk to the Malibu beach pier and watch the men and women who were fishing. While walking along the side walk (picture included # 16), I noticed something odd and not expected on a beach, I grab Donna's blouse and told her to step to her left, I don't think she quite heard me the first time, so I repeated my warning again and pulled a little harder to get her attention, well she looked...kinda reminded me of that song...""Don't look Ethel, to late she looked anyway!""..she saw...I don't know what happened next, her quick move to her left or her squeal.. I was offered to pat the yellow Boa snake, normally I wouldn't, I was told it wouldn't bite. The man holding the tail let go, the man holding it's head tightened his hold and I wondered why? The snake really felt pretty neat as it was cool to the touch and felt like smooth leather. Walking away after the snake pat I touched Donna's hand and reminded her that's the hand that touched the snake...she wasn't happy with me. The traffic to and from wasn't bad at all, we flowed with the traffic and was back to Homer in a few hours.



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