Going, Been to, California

July 2017. Just after the 4th, I took a 14-day trip to the Golden State, mostly for the funeral of my younger sister, but also to join my family in dealing with/experiencing her final goodbye.

I took some pictures along the way, and seeing as how my site, “Traveling Down My Inner Ear” is finished, I felt obliged to put them on this site instead.

Part 1: Goodbye Denmark, Hello Amsterdam


That is Denmark below, if you didn’t recognize it.


I felt a bit homesick. Going home to California. Leaving my home in Denmark.

Two sides of the same story, I guess.


The clouds were nice, and the weather too.


KLM had a nice sandwich waiting for me with a small box adorned with chickens.


Note the obvious Dutch Windmill Theme!


Holland on End.


Amsterdam always seems a bit on the largish side. (over 800,000)


I’ve never actually been outside the airport, so I don’t know if it counts, saying that I’ve been there?


At the airport. The blue /white planes in the background belong to KLM.

I’d like to say that these photos have a deeper meaning, but that would be pulling your funny bone. Try to enjoy the view from my vantage point, but don’t worry about not seeing new things, I’m sure there will be something for you in the upcoming chapters!

Next time: Flying over the Atlantic Ocean.



My sister’s house was a place I’d visit, now and then, but not as of late, you see. The years became many, and the miles became kilometers, which stretched out between the warm California summers to the cold Danish winters.

My life became something else, than it had been before. I did other things, with other people, yes even doing those things in another language.

My sister’s yard, however, continued along its way, growing and expanding, without any help at all.

I tended and cut, and raked and watered, my present yard and its flowers. I built and tore down. I admired and feared the invasion of springtime weeds, and waited until the flower bulbs gave way to the summer cutting of my lawn.

At my sister’s house, the grasses of springtime had turned their characteristic yellow and brown, accumulating under the pine and oak trees, as if they always had done so. My rake stood silent, as did any mention of me having lived there, or visited when birthdays called out, or a cup of coffee, a tale about something silly, or serious beckoned.

My Danish Dream slept while I left it for a while, breathing in the reality of other places, traveling long distances starting in kilometers, ending in miles returning. Returning to my sister’s house, and her yard refusing to acknowledge my existence, or wanting to extend a hand of greeting.

I raked and I cut. I moved huge piles of downed trees, and observed my work. No one praised my actions, as they were never meant to be. I continued along in my madness, as if it called out to me, reminding me of the 30 or more years, in which I had neglected my duties, neglected to fulfill my rightful place on this side of the world.

My sister’s yard will continue to change and to grow, regardless of where I choose to call home. The leaves and pine needles will continue to accumulate, creating slippery pathways, and an increasing fire danger, year after year.

Existing in a brief moment, between where I am, and where I was, gives me an opportunity to correct my many years of neglect, hoping against hope that my actions will bear some fruit, in the short time that I will exist in this time frame.

My sister’s house. A simple refuge. A point of collecting the family. A rally round meeting of past and present faces, surrounded by the pines and the oaks, dreaming their dreams of someone who used to lean on a rake.

Sweating and toiling under the California sun.

In some place called the past…..

Our Pledge

The Mountains feel

love eternal,


Blessed are the valleys

for here we dwell,


Call out to the heavens

the stars and the sky as one


Contentment awards those

strong of body and mind

they who seek the truth

of life eternal,


We, who seek out life’s dreams

fulfill love’s commitments,

and seek the pathway through time,

We are one with Life….

27 December 1977. California.

Fluid Emotions

Fluid Emotions

ripples through time

blow gentle breezes

blow through my mind,


Cloudburst intentions

scatter like rain

enriching my pastimes,

or drowning my pain,


Silently stalking

rumors and myths

encountering dream lands,

close scrutiny had missed,


Sight sees, hands grasp

My mind merges with today

30 July 1977. California.

Thoughts 1977

Strange, it seems

to live, to love

to dream dreams,


Stranger yet

my mind withdraws

my heart forgets,


Strangers, we are

lost in life’s mist,


That’s stranger by far…

14 May 1977. California.

Mountain Tree Morning

Sun unseen

I walk about, drawing into myself

the fading nighttime cold,

waiting, somewhat patiently

for the dawn to warm,

I found myself sitting

by the all hours water,

casting my stone thoughts

to higher mountain shores,

-how small the moment is

the “being” high above, looking downward

on waters such as there

and the towering spires above

how silent my life thoughts move downward

I again view the water

swirling to time lost

no everyday living to write about

what causes may present

I live to scan other vistas

to be the feelings, I’ve yet to discover

to find, to cherish, the me inside

Wait now, I see

the sun

The warmth envelopes me – again

1 June 1981

Mapping My Trip

Los Angeles, California is a big place. So big that one map might just as well fill up a tiny Danish Room, and that might seem to be too much for most Danes!

“Give me a Country that can fit on my bedroom floor” is a common Danish saying, translated into English. Here is the original version:

Give me a Country that can fit on my bedroom floor!

Don’t  you just hate/love Google Translate?

It almost looks like the English translation, just without the quotation marks! Perhaps I’ve wasted too many years learning Danish, when I should have used English instead?

Oh well. Here is my starting point:

los angeles

If you notice the International Airport in the circle on the map? No, the one with the red balloon. Yes, Got it? Great. The large triangle, or Three-Sides (in Danish to English) then you’ll notice the Pacific Ocean. It looked as if it needed a triangle on it, even though it didn’t fit exactly!

The arrows show possible directions of travel, while the circled Interstate numbers are the main traffic-congested routes around this Megalopolis! One of the Interstates didn’t exist when I used to live in LA, so I won’t be taking it so as not to jinx things!

One of my sisters came from East Los Angeles, which is on the upper right side of this rather confusing map, but which tells the story of a young girl, growing up together with her family, who lived in an entirely different city than, where she claimed to have come from!

I’m really looking forward to seeing El Segundo again, which was totally unmemorable in the 70s and 80s, and now has the opportunity of being equally unmemorable in the new millennium!

Upon leaving LA, I’ll be driving to the….wait a minute. You can’t see that on this map. I’ll just include the next one to help you out.


Now you can see the big picture including Canada, which has denied me access to Kamloops, but that doesn’t matter anymore! I’ll be driving from….wait a minute, you can’t see that can you? I’ll just zoom in a bit to help you out:

ca sideways

Now I want you to imagine that you are flying into California from the Pacific. How would you know how it looked, if all maps are traditionally pointed with North being at the top of the map?

I’ve also made some sharp angle changes to the Golden State in order to show you that California’s coastline and its border with Nevada are less than perfect as opposed to a state like Colorado!


Notice how rectangular Colorado is as compared to California! Someone should re-draw the boundaries and make the USA more uniform! Note how North is at the top of Colorado!


Here is Colorado as if you were flying in from the Pacific. Note how it still has its rectangular shape, but the writing is all wrong. It might be right, if you can think in right angles, but for the rest of the untrained travelers, the image might be confusing?

But we’ve traveled far from California to Colorado, and that is not the purpose of this blog. I’m not really sure of the purpose, but I’m hoping that it will become more clear to me and Wonder Dog as we journey down My Inner Ear, which just happens to be the title of this site, if you didn’t know that?

Colorado / California or Bust!

(Maps borrowed from Google Maps)

Traveling Down My Inner Ear

Some of my co-workers asked me today, “Are you going to write a Blog when you visit the USA?”

That was way too easy of a question.

I could have answered, “A piece of Cake”, or “My mother wore Army Boots”, but I was afraid that they wouldn’t understand!

I’d rather write a Blog about my Inner Ear. Without the Wax!

Why the Inner Ear?

Wouldn’t that be more interesting, than a bunch of old photos of things, that everyone has seen a million times before?

USA – Bah! What would I wouldn’t do for a pocket full of “Likes” and yet even more “Followers” who think that I resembled Harrison Ford in my younger days!

“Now we’re rounding the first bend”, I’d say, thinking that my description of my Inner Ear – The Left One, was more interesting than the “Hollywood Sign”, or skateboarders in Santa Monica!

“Smog in a Can”, could be my next blog, but everyone would clamor for more of my Innermost Ear Stories, of the Woman who dared to love the man who made such a journey, and the School Children who camped outside my house, waiting for an autograph, or a piece of Ear Wax to amaze and astound their classmates with!

The hopeful readers of my Blog would still be waiting for a Blog about California, but none would come. A number of their comments would end up in my SPAM filter: Just how far can you go down your Inner Ear? Can it continue to be interesting? What happened to Los Angeles?

Well, LA is exactly where I left it some 25 years ago, but my Inner Ear has been with me all along!

“My Inner Ear” – Can’t wait to read that one!


Kamloops or California?

Well, some of you probably thought that I’d left blogging behind for other places, but I just had to post an update on my upcoming trip to Kamloops!

The problem is that I seem to have mixed up my travel plans a bit and might be heading to California instead of Canada!

If you don’t think about C and K having the same pronunciation, than it really doesn’t matter if Kamloops starts with a C, or California with a K?

According to Wikipedia: Canadian diaspora:

Country or Territory Canadian citizens Source
United States 1,062,640 Coulombe and DeVoretz, 2009

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canadian_diaspora

The population of Kamloops is 85.678 (2011) of which might just comprise a number of Californians?

If any of you are seeing, where I am heading with this, then raise your hands……

I thought, I saw one or two in the back rows, that have seen the logic in my reasoning, but I’ll just explain it for the rest of you:

If I were to end up in California, which might be spelled Kalifornia, then that would almost be like being in Canada, or Kanada, if that helps you? I’m not suggesting that Kanada is the same as Kalifornia, but I might just come across some homesick Kanadians, who might or might not say that they are Canadians, dependent on how much they really miss Kamloops, or don’t like the thought of voting for Donald Trump?

If I do end up in California, instead of Kamloops, then my logical explanation should be known to you, out there, causing no distress whatsoever in my way of thinking? I’d like to think that I will still be flying into Kamloops International Airport, but it might just be LAX in Los Angeles, which might be the same anyway? If the airplane is blown off course, or we need to land in Kamloops to tank up, then I’d like you to disregard this blog all together!

If I am still writing blogs, when I get to that point in time, then I might just happen to regale you all with a few tales of the wilds of Kamloops, aka. Los Angeles, or any point along the map between those two places.

I’m happy to have gotten that off my chest, before my trip out West, thinking that a lot of you – all, might have been disappointed in thinking that I was having the time of my life in Kamloops, but chose not to share it with the rest of you-all!

I might still not do so, but now you-all, have something more to live for!

Dedicated to the Canadian in all of us!……