MISSED FINISHING BY THAT MUCH

Just when you thought it was safe to head for the hotel pool the same dang, fool, scientist from Reno decided that we needed to do a few more deployment lines around the Long Beach area. We made it from the mountains to the beach, but we were not quite finished.

The team that I was on headed for Queensway Bay to deploy a couple of lines next to, and along the ocean.

I guess it could have been worse. For a change we had nice, soft grass and dirt to plant the geophones in. No more pounding chisels into the asphalt.

The view wasn't too bad either.

Yes, that is the old cruise ship the Queen Mary on the right. It was moored at Terminal Island which was just across the mouth of the Los Angeles River.

Either this seagull had never seen a John Louie before, or he was impaled on the needle designed to keep him from sitting on this light pole, or he just had a genuine interest in seismology and what was going to happen to his property values and insurance premiums once this survey was completed.



Below are the shipping container cranes on Terminal Island, which to me didn't seem to be very busy. There were a lot of trucks coming and going -- which we had to dodge while scouting for a place to deploy our last line -- but not much crane action.

Below was the beginning of our group's last deployment line in L.A. which ran along South Harbor Scenic Drive on Terminal Island. The white dome on the right was built to house Howard Hughes' Spruce Goose airplane. It is not there anymore. It was sold and moved to a museum in Oregon. The smoke stacks of the Queen Mary can just be seen to the left of the dome.

The last Texan...in L.A.

After we finished the five long, hard, and hot days of deploying we took one day off before leaving L.A. Everyone went their separate ways. After I got all of the data downloaded, backed up, and the equipment packed up and ready for the next part of the experiment I jumped into my Toyota pickup and headed for the hills. I'd always wanted to drive the windy, twisty length of Mulholland Drive...at the posted speed limit, of course. OK, so I did manage to blow the doors off of a couple of Porsches on the drive, but then they were probably being driven by little old ladies from Pasadena. It was great. What a tourist!

Universal City, California where the movies are made. This was taken from one of the lookout points on Mulholland Drive. There were several displays that showed the history of the valley and which buildings were which.



DIRECT LINKS TO PAGES:
URBAN SEISMOLOGY IN THE NAUGHTIES
WARMING UP
FROM THE MOUNTAINS
TO THE PRAIRIES
TO THE OCEANS, WHITE WITH FOAM
MISSED FINISHING BY THAT MUCH
SIN CITY, BABY!!
THE ELECTRICITY BILL FROM HELL
NEXT!
DAM THE CASINOS...FULL SPEED AHEAD!
THE ROAD HOME

2014-08-03