We left the “crazzie’s” at Vegas early this morning and headed for Los Angeles and a whole new batch of “crazzie’s”. The trouble is this bunch have cars, so they are armed and dangerous.

L.A. is a seriously dangerous place to drive. Unlike everywhere else we have been. “Road Rules” become “Guidelines” and common courtesy goes out the window. Well that’s the attitude I’ve adopted anyway.

Having navigated the L.A. freeway system to Wilshire Boulevard we visited the Le Brea Tar Pits to check the ancient critters that came to a sticky end over the last eon or two. A moment of poor judgement, for lets say, a mammoth and the little fellow is stuck in the goo. But wait it gets better. Opportunist Dire Wolves and Buzzard like birds come to peck at the carcass and get stuck as well. Before long there’s a whole mess of black, sticky and very dead fauna swallowed up and preserved for thousands of years in asphalt. Three and a half million bituminised bits of bison, buzzard and so forth have been excavated to date, the richest fossil area in the world.

In the early days, when the pit was just a pit for digging up asphalt, the bones were seen as a bit of a nuisance so they were just dumped.

A hollowed out Coyote.

The Bone Room.

Ride em’ Cowgirl or The last Sloth Roundup.

Pit Site

Bones

Sabre Tooth Snacking

Griffith Observatory, “The Greatest Show On Earth”, or everything you ever wanted to know about the universe but were too afraid to ask.

Sunset over L.A.

Griffith Observatory.