tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75875486244493681172024-03-21T09:26:13.503-07:00What a difference a day makes.....Nature, Environment, EducationLittle Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-56753108251400593472010-08-27T00:17:00.000-07:002010-08-27T00:17:39.848-07:00Work StuffI know it's been a while since I've written. I'm going to try and start writing once a week. We'll see how that goes.<br /><br />I wanted to share a few articles with all of you. I didn't write them but I was interviewed.<br /><br />A fellow naturalist wrote this awesome article.<br /><a href="http://onlinelegacy.org/2009/09/urban-wild-showing-l-a-%E2%80%99s-youth-the-wild-side-of-america%E2%80%99s-most-sprawling-city/">Urban Wild: Showing L.A.’s youth the wild side of America’s most sprawling city</a><br /><br /><br />This article has a few goofy pictures of me:)<br />http://calabasas.patch.com/articles/campfire-eveningsLittle Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-38575197881954871602008-12-20T23:21:00.001-08:002008-12-20T23:34:31.837-08:00Up-cycle<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">These are two prototype purses I made out of up-cycled plastic bags.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic;">I crocheted these purses out of plastic bags from Ralph's, Vons, Dollar Tree, Albertson's, and some farmers market. My co-workers have generously donated their bags since I don't have any. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic;">Currently, I'm working on crocheting with a smaller gauge needle to get a sharper looking product. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsshXtcMeuVuALgrtMFayld3xcSuKj2_dVlwDq1wcgoYTO5HMC9alkyvqVLjazRiGQB9LwNH5FaYUcNqLw5x6kfvgStmVx0meaDJyY-_PDi0dxG7_5Dyzm9NeK9SfiiewGe03PxyQwdQk/s1600-h/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+021.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsshXtcMeuVuALgrtMFayld3xcSuKj2_dVlwDq1wcgoYTO5HMC9alkyvqVLjazRiGQB9LwNH5FaYUcNqLw5x6kfvgStmVx0meaDJyY-_PDi0dxG7_5Dyzm9NeK9SfiiewGe03PxyQwdQk/s320/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141714312377538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsHHq85-SA9CWy-KndoB1a-SKZgNinIHjfT2oHsk23nSyAEHalXMaMUT9NZYa5w2y_Vhrl1N5uF9xy1NTj1IjgpE7O9_YNmykdwiunZCPxpZR6bY9vZ3U7cVdQfTM-imsjxm-faQ19KY/s1600-h/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+022.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsHHq85-SA9CWy-KndoB1a-SKZgNinIHjfT2oHsk23nSyAEHalXMaMUT9NZYa5w2y_Vhrl1N5uF9xy1NTj1IjgpE7O9_YNmykdwiunZCPxpZR6bY9vZ3U7cVdQfTM-imsjxm-faQ19KY/s320/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141706591819058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6m6NnCYelQWVGhv-JSszO5R_JCTvTnWDZUM6Zeqd2_7mrpabW-vdJiFvJf7VRGqq1FVrdc1UtOQM2-BZUaOCCcEA-Cey_aEHZV2-_x6OkI1XezX6PUp_lzUOdWqjOHFkTer9Q61vHsSc/s1600-h/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+020.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6m6NnCYelQWVGhv-JSszO5R_JCTvTnWDZUM6Zeqd2_7mrpabW-vdJiFvJf7VRGqq1FVrdc1UtOQM2-BZUaOCCcEA-Cey_aEHZV2-_x6OkI1XezX6PUp_lzUOdWqjOHFkTer9Q61vHsSc/s320/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141702379099250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpBs330vu-K8gYFuKbylAk1nvdGb1sitxFGNprgutyEOpkeCuJ6ngDMg0Or0RVLTlFJtO0OU2FKk4QmomaufOgQsmL_lCARJ66acTyqynZ360W5AKbj3gKwFMO1Yh_e8vsZsKYAdqA1g/s1600-h/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+019.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpBs330vu-K8gYFuKbylAk1nvdGb1sitxFGNprgutyEOpkeCuJ6ngDMg0Or0RVLTlFJtO0OU2FKk4QmomaufOgQsmL_lCARJ66acTyqynZ360W5AKbj3gKwFMO1Yh_e8vsZsKYAdqA1g/s320/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141697053051650" /> </a><div>Look at my beautiful model:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds4ezg9Q5K3ipQmZQGzdqU4fSOjk3C4rMOu3HoUoJ_d2QRHc4Mp6AA92RfGxncHqNt3k3WI7ZqQiV2oJOS-uougyhwq5x8bWS2FfIaon1NKSU8QEMgJz2Lq6zYgJBCozNrnwTJr45s0s/s1600-h/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+018.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjds4ezg9Q5K3ipQmZQGzdqU4fSOjk3C4rMOu3HoUoJ_d2QRHc4Mp6AA92RfGxncHqNt3k3WI7ZqQiV2oJOS-uougyhwq5x8bWS2FfIaon1NKSU8QEMgJz2Lq6zYgJBCozNrnwTJr45s0s/s320/Rowen+and+Hand+bags+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141690950531282" /></a><br /></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-52013825683001903512008-12-20T21:29:00.000-08:002008-12-20T22:52:32.610-08:00Tracking Mountain Lions in Beverly Hills<span><span></span></span>December 16th, 2008<div><br /></div><div>Location: Franklin Canyon Park, Beverly Hills, CA 90210</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The rain left an earthy smell all over<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "> the trails as Naturalist Ian and I embarked on our tracking adventure for the Mountain Lions of Beverly Hills. The overcast after the rain made my eyes squint. The mud was slippery as we walked the trails with naturalist precision. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Many of our fine-feathered friends came out of their shelters to feed and fly about after the rain. The Acorn woodpecker w<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">as pecking. Raven, was croaking and clucking in the tree tops as we entered a trail that we had never taken before. The little hummingbirds came out of torpor to find food for their little bellies. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">As we continued our hike we found lots of Mule deer scat. We tracked the scat up the mountain and came across a clearing where we spotted a neighbor's barbeque just above us. The urban edge was closer then we t<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">hought. While descending we came across our first discovery, a condominium of Wood rat nests. The nests were built with exquisite carpenter skills. Near the nests were branches with a good quantity of Wood rat scat. I found it amusing that they conducted their business outside of their precious homes. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The greenery surrounded us. Brand new blades of grass emerged from the earth. The scenery was mesmerizing. Then Naturalist Ian turned around with such excitement and screamed, "Discovery!" He reached for a white and brown object resting on top of the earth's soil. It was an animal skull. Half of the skull was cleared to the bone and the other half still had the skin intact and bits of fur. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpN64Xhyphenhyphen3NpkheA89uUHVv-oOjuOQfvkSle6oFlDf9VeatiUBLJoWtKyV7LV9ijh-k7C2PzaH7OrUCWNfMeFfwPwzOaH3CXBfP8m7wutsyYIRw0udBcWWPtDnzt17x-R5SUVTW_UtvY0/s320/PC170015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282128538583779874" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Naturalist Ian Griffith and a Front View of the Coyote Skull.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">-Picture taken by Naturalist Lauren Tingco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggKKt3PhQd-qi9xpWMImHqDKndljt7cFBsDA3ZhX6YoE4SF986BoZ_l-r9yVqpnBAQgXFbLccOMnNVBv-g39HBeqSgHqS4z4_ZElx3KGmvtoBxOjqE4m1YotTwkonPOIvSRNPPMGB5es/s320/PC170018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282129284816693538" /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Naturalist Ian Griffith and the skin side Profile view of the Coyote Skull.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">-Picture taken by Lauren Tingco</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh46N0cEu3gX2AAPmtCKveA8dSDBnDgG3Kb4gPuLk6o16kY4nfURI2eGYs-JHoDhUyW7HLyWy1AFAxr7DEfn49huItD7sZZukn_F_6wTx8v2dw2zE1kfI-HE01nfHT2Ob0HQO3ETT4kq24/s320/PC170021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282129284182233074" /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Naturalist Ian Griffith and the bone side Profile view of the Coyote skull.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">-Picture taken by Naturalist Lauren Tingco</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> Ian, delighted by the discovery, determined the skull must belong to a coyote. We stood there for a moment and speculated on this coyote's last moments of life. What was the cause of death? I don't think we will ever know, but we like to think that we came across the feeding grounds of the Mountain Lions of Beverly Hills. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-51056419527140534212008-11-09T23:40:00.000-08:002008-11-10T00:05:01.603-08:00My students won 200 points!<div>Last saturday I re-wrote our lesson about the earth to be centered around water and the health of our earth. This last thursday I had a chance to test drive my lesson on the 6th graders of Franklin Middle School. </div><div><br /></div><div>I taught about Erosion and the health of our planet. Although I've never hiked in the empty creek before I decided to hike through and teach the erosion lesson anyways. The creek was definitely man made for the camp location but it was a great teaching tool. The students were able to see the roots of the trees holding the soil in place. I had some students who didn't quite get the concept of what a watershed was so I made a pile of sand on the ground and asked them where they thought the water would go? Then I started pouring some of my water bottle onto the pile of sand. The water was able to carve the sand and make a little canal where some water made it to the bottom and and most of the water drained into the ground. The bottom of the creek had very permeable sand because of the large amounts of silt being drained into the creek from the mountain. I asked the students what would happen if the bottom of the creek was cement like some of the LA River? </div><div><br /></div><div>We spotted holes on the side walls of the empty creek. The students determined those were small animal homes who may be effected by flood or erosion. </div><div><br /></div><div>We spotted lots of animal tracks. The students believed that animals would come to drink at one of the drainage pipes that lead into the creek. As it was my first time hiking inside the creek I was surprised to find so much pollution. There were tires, balloons, golf balls, cans, etc. We picked up what we could and threw it away. </div><div><br /></div><div>We were able to see how the surface run off into the creek emptied into a canal that would later connect to the LA River. I explained to the students that every where we live we are in a watershed and I asked the students if they knew the name of their watershed? I had to give them a few hints but eventually they got it, the LA River Watershed! </div><div><br /></div><div>The next day was the last day of their time at camp. The students ran up to me and shouted about how they won 200 points at the jeopardy game last night! They were so happy and excited to tell me what question they won 200 points for. The question was, what is the name of the watershed you live in? They were so proud about knowing the answer and they gave me the credit. </div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't have been happier all week. </div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-74481418450095278202008-10-28T23:37:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:56:52.586-07:00Where are we going?What crosses your mind when you think of your family? Do you think about where they came from? It seems as though nobody stays in the same place for very long. The United States was a place of refuge, hopes, and dreams. Looking into our past is such a great way of moving forward. And we are always moving forward in life. Although, many people say times were easier back in time. <div><br /></div><div>Today I was interviewed by a co-workers fiance' who is taking an asian american studies class. There is a lot to learn about our families. It's kind of funny because you never imagine your grandparents and parents growing up. They remain encased in their adult form performing different actions they say they used to do all the time. I can't imagine my mom skinny and in love with Elvis. Watching Jimmy Hendrix play live in Monterey. I only remember her with a big belly. I can't believe my grandmother was an athlete. I remember her watching her soap operas. </div><div><br /></div><div>Where does the time go? It really does just pass us by.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-53970068947347998672008-10-21T22:22:00.000-07:002008-10-21T23:00:17.265-07:00Conservation...Don't Waste!Is conservation a new idea? <div><br /></div><div>We are quickly approaching the year 2009, our human population continues to increase, and our one and only Earth is suffering the impacts. Many individuals living on our highly unique planet will most likely put their comfort and well being before it. Digging holes in search of oil leaves large gaping wounds that resemble sores. Housing development fills up the mountains and hillsides where thousand year old trees once planted their roots. Diversion and damming of natural watersheds prevents the anadramous fish from completing their migration. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I've been looking at Environmental Science and Resource Management Graduate Programs. There are very few to choose from in southern california. Wish me luck.</div><div><br /></div></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-14091542054858137242008-10-13T21:54:00.000-07:002008-10-13T22:07:56.324-07:00Baby Garlic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAfOTvLQkeAHMwdkFGdqgAgvINDKn8ausRJ19EUS0BfoHntbrk2zSOJbZPOEmx3XrG1i3J08OeIczc0atMJR8MR83yfaMMs0XY1U3vgQ9RXNDRFXlS_75yavhEYNQDr7c5ahyphenhyphenrwGl6FE/s1600-h/Photo+268.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAfOTvLQkeAHMwdkFGdqgAgvINDKn8ausRJ19EUS0BfoHntbrk2zSOJbZPOEmx3XrG1i3J08OeIczc0atMJR8MR83yfaMMs0XY1U3vgQ9RXNDRFXlS_75yavhEYNQDr7c5ahyphenhyphenrwGl6FE/s400/Photo+268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871871852967778" /></a><br />I was cooking dinner a week and a half ago and one of my garlic cloves was sprouting. I decided to plant it in some soil and see how well this little fella grew. To my surprise, the little sprout grows a little more each day. Nick thinks it's because I talk to it every day. I really like nurturing my plants just like I nurture my companion animals. They are part of the family. The oldest plant I have I got for my 22nd birthday from my good friend Nadine. So, I have had this plant in my possession for 4 years. I have no idea what type of indoor plant it is but it's beautiful and it makes me happy to see it doing so well every day. That plant has taught me a lot about taking care of other life forms. I've almost killed it many times but it came back to life with a little love and care. <div> </div><div>That's all for now. </div><div> </div><div> </div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-1616181180459328552008-10-11T16:03:00.000-07:002008-10-13T21:50:08.663-07:00Vermicompost<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It has been one week since Nick and I finished our first vermicompost bin. This is his first and my second one. My family had a compost pile in the backyard growing up. I don't think we put any food scraps into it and all of the worms came naturally. My first vermicompost bin wasn't really mine it was purchased and set up by my awesome housemate Caitlin and I just contributed food scraps. We had some troubles with drosophila, rain, and pretty extreme solar heat. Sadly the bin was discontinued when we both moved on to new locations. <br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I'm hoping not to kill any of our worms this time around. I think they're doing great so far. Nick and I work really hard not to produce a lot of trash. We believe we throw out about 3 pounds of waste a week. Everything else goes into the vermicompost or the recycling, which we have to take to work locations who actually have recycling, unlike our apartment complex. Our apartment complex houses 80 multi-family units. The trash is picked up at least three times a week. I know this because our unit faces the street where the 3 cubic yard dumpsters are picked up and hauled away at 7am. I have asked maintenance if we could get the free recycling bins and services from the city and their response was this,"I'm going to tell you like it is Lauren, it's just not a priority and it's probably not going to happen." I offered to point out some really good spots for the recycling bins and I was given the same answer. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I just don't understand.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The property manager could save so much money from not having the trash picked up so often. The tenants who do care about recycling would be happy because they wouldn't have to drive all of their recycling to work. And the landfills will not be filled with items that could have been recycled. All they have to do is say yes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The last Los Angeles apartment Nick and I lived in said that they tried recycling before and it didn't work because people would put their trash in it. They decided to give it another go because I was a little more persistent and offered to hand out educational material for them. I didn't have to pass out any information and a lot of the residents used the recycling correctly. The management saw how well it was working out and they decided to implement the free recycling at their other properties. I think that the management really cared about the happiness and well being of their tenants. We also paid lots of money to live in a very small luxury style apartment. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The place Nick and I live now is called luxury and we really like our loft but it's cheaper then our last apartment. Our new place is very cozy. Hence the inclusion of our happy vermicompost into our happy little home. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Of course there's the dingy colored water. I'll save that for the next blog. </span></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-5322762321711221652008-10-09T19:53:00.000-07:002008-10-11T16:42:14.472-07:00Surface RunoffToday I visited the restored Las Virgenes Creek. The area was cemented and blocked up for human use. Now it's starting to look more like the riparian vegetation it once was. <div><br /></div><div>The creek is right next to a small local mall with not one but two Starbuck's Coffee shops within walking distance from each other. My fellow naturalist enjoyed our coffee drinks and the outdoor surroundings. We listened and saw two House Finches above us in an ornamental tree. <div><br /></div><div>The creek will fill with rain run off and flow into Malibu Creek. Two days prior to this visit to the creek I noticed a Waste Management Truck stealthily driving down the mountain just North of the creek. It was driving away from the Calabasas Landfill. The truck looked so small and the area looked pretty well disguised. You couldn't tell there was a landfill just beyond that mountain unless you've seen it from a distance. I've seen the Calabasas Landfill from Inspiration Point, if you look North East from the top of that location you can see the Landfill. I couldn't help but wonder how the surface runoff from the landfill did not flow into the newly restored Las Virgenes Creek. </div></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587548624449368117.post-39319220061252208122008-10-09T01:58:00.000-07:002008-10-09T02:18:38.855-07:00What a difference a day makes.......I live in Los Angeles, CA and <div>I want to change the world.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I felt pretty guilty for moving to the South Lands on December 30th, 2007. After living here for a month and thousands of hours job searching. I found my dream job as an Interpretive Naturalist. I no longer feel as guilty. I actually feel very happy having the opportunity to teach children and the general public about their every day impact on the earth. We can always do a better job. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm going to share my Naturalist adventures of the Santa Monica Mountains. </div><div><br /></div></div>Little Helperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17869307783214215907noreply@blogger.com2