I arrived home in one of the worst landings ever at Ontario airport. Usually planes land heading west but Monday was special. Because the Santa Ana winds were blowing especially hard we go to land heading east. This was after we made almost a complete circle around the airport in the lovely turbulent weather. I not particularly fond of flying in any circumstance but turbulence makes me especially unhappy.
Landing was just part of the fun. Once I got to my car, I had to fight rush hour traffic on Interstate 10. Not only was it windy but there were fires causing freeway closures. Why does living in Southern California have to be such an adventure all the time?