DESPITE THE OCCASIONALLY BLUSTERY WEATHER, it was pleasant and nice at Irvine Valley College this morning. Things were buzzin'. The sky was stormy-beautiful.After my 9:30 class, I graded homework for an hour or so, but then Rebel Girl had an idea. She insisted that we go take a look at "Kenny the Skeleton" over in the Library. I didn't even ask what that was about. "Sure," I said. Off we went. (The library is about 1 minute from our office.)
We found Kenny—hidden in a librarian no man's land behind a swinging door—and I took a few shots. The lady in charge came around and asked what we were up to. "We've got a campus blog," I said chirpily. "This is for the blog.""Oh," she said. She was dubious. No doubt we were the first persons ever to seek out Kenny. Obvious troublemakers.
We got outa there.
"Let's take a shot of that skeleton in A400," said the Reb. I agreed. Can't say "nope" to the Reb.For some reason Irvine Valley College is, like, the skeleton capital of the freakin' universe. Don't know why.
The A400 skeleton is in a glass case. Very nice. It is cleverly labeled, "Human skeleton." I took a pic. Students were swarming, just getting out of class.
On our way out, we noticed a big dumb sign on the wall. The sign asked, "Nothing to do Feb. 11-15?"
"Gosh, that's a long stretch to have nothing to do," I said. The sign continued: "Go online and vote—HOMECOMING King + Queen."
"Hey," said Reb. "Let's see if we can make these skeletons the homecoming king and queen!"
Reb's like that. Every once in a while, she creates tiny pockets of anarchy. Makes her feel better. Me too.
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I told the Reb that I'd try to get away early to take pictures of the snow up in Modjeska Canyon, but, what with classes and grading and letter-writing and all, I couldn't get away until nearly 5:00. I headed over to the canyon anyway to see what I could see. It was getting dark.
No snow, really. It had melted. Still, check out the pics. Especially the trees. Love those trees.
Up on Modjeska Grade, where most everything burned.
Down on the canyon floor.
As I headed home, I caught a glimpse of some snow up on the mountain (Modjeska Peak).
"Whoosh!" goes the Chrysler 300, in the cold night air. Heading toward Cook's Corner—and home.P.S.: Just the other day, I found this old topographic map of our mountains. Evidently, it was produced by the Army Corps of Engineers in 1942. I've added some things in red. (Click on it to make it larger.)

Find: Aldous Huxley's place, Nixon's haunt (the steakhouse), Arden, etc.