Hollywood Walk of Fame
Day Three- The Tour
Vasquez Rocks, Reagan Museum & Corriganville
|I rolled off my mattress the next morning,
ready for the day. We were to set out at 8:30 with our first stop
being Vasquez Rocks. Again, I was in Ginger's car, and I think I
was designated the navigator again as well... (Hey, no
comments, we got to Olvera Street okay.) After a bit of delay
arranging for everyone to get a ride, we took off.
The day was bright and shiny and promising to be somewhat hot. (Kathy G. had said how cool it was, 'bring a jacket' were her words before we all came out. I forgot one, froze the first day, bought one very reasonably near the hotel... hmm, did I use the words 'near the hotel' and 'reasonably' in the same sentence? Needless to say, I never used it again until I flew home on my 11:00 p.m. Comair shuttle to Nashville).
We drove the freeways without incident until we met up with the caravan
near the rocks. It was immediately apparent we were at the right
place before we even parked. Those are the most distinctively
shaped rocks in all of Zorro fandom. I was amazed at the actors'
and stunt doubles' courage to be able to run, jump and climb all over
those steep rocks. They are sandstone for the most part, but in
some places there are no easy hand or foot holds.
Equipment set up for some kind of filming. I have seen Vasquez rocks in not only Zorro but films like The Gambler and shows such as Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. And that's just what I can think of off the top of my head.
One's mind kept seeing the scenes in the show where Zorro is helping Anita and dodging thrown rocks. Amazing feeling. I continued to wonder how they did it up in those rocks.
Even as we drove up, these rocks were so very recognizable.
Our intrepid explorers bravely going where Anita and Zorro have gone before. Me? I'm just glad I had a nice telephoto lens.
Next, we headed for the Regan museum. It was a bit of a drive,
since Vasquez rocks were a ways north from Los Angeles. The museum
is towards Simi Valley, further south and west from the city, I believe
and it took a little more time.
Most of us got there at almost the same time, and we paid and made a bee line for--the SUIT. Oh, my, it was just gorgeous. I was ecstatic when we were told that we could take pictures if we didn't use a flash. Out came the video camera and that suit was panned, nice and slow, top to bottom. Then it turned out there was some kind of miscommunication and
we were not allowed to film. Gee, whiz. What was I to do? I had that marvelous suit on tape. Then I realized that the camera was running while it was pointing at Garcia's costume. Whoops!! Gosh, guess I'll have to keep them both.
Our little group in front of the Reagan Museum. Wendell, Ginger with Kathy G. on the right.
I do wish I could have taped Keliana Baker's reaction to seeing that
lovely dark blue suit with its gold braid, though. Her face
was classic; shock mingled with awe, touched with a slight case of 'am I
going to faint now or later.' It was to die for. The suit
accentuated the shoulders, the slim waist, the long legs, the tall, oh,
so slim body of the man who wore it... oh, sorry,
The museum entrance. It overlooked the valley, affording a beautiful view.
Anyway, next it was off to Corriganville.
Getting to Corriganville was where we got a bit turned around. (Okay, I hear you.... yes, I was the navigator.) "The map? Let's see.... Did you say San Susanna expressway.... oh, whoops.... we should have gotten off before Topanga." Around we turned and got there about the same time that Marian Yee and Tony arrived, as well as Ans and Erik. A nice long walk down a dry path and we were at the site of our lunch.
A trail in Corriganville Park. I can visualize a few chase scenes here. A very lovely park, a wonderful time.
Kathy Clements, (what a gal!) had set up our lunch all alone.
There was one line for us and one line for the bees. The bees had
no class, they kept cutting in line. Funny thing is, they seemed
to just want the luncheon meats, ignoring the watermelon and other
fruit. Modern bees-- they'd rather eat junk food.
Kathy just kept serving as though it was perfectly normal to share the
cafeteria with insects. Pat kept saying... "bees are clean,
bees are clean." I was so hungry by that time, I didn't care.
Just so long as a bee didn't get between the two pieces of bread.
Someone else made reference to the Donald Duck cartoon where he ate a
couple of bees. Hmm, that only made me look briefly a second time
before slapping the mayonnaise, mustard and cheese on. It was a
wonderful interlude to an already busy day and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
A group of us at Corriganville. SueZZZ, Elise, Kathy Clements, Lise, Kathy G. and me. (I can't believe I actually wore that outfit. It was cool in the hot sun, though, so guess I can't complain.)
More of Corriganville. It is hard to see from these pictures just how many trails, shaded paths, and scenes from the series one could find in this small area.