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Hallie and I flew in to LA a few days early. Partially to buy film, settle in before our shoot, ect. Mostly to relax and approach a shoot at a normal, sane speed. Something lacking on most of my shoots thus far. Kevin was to join us the day before the shoot, flying in to LAX, then we all drive down the coast to San Diego.
We finally got in to San Diego about 1am, fried from enjoying the peace that is the California Highway System. The nice desert hotel that I found was probably a joy to stay at if we weren’t insane from fatigue. We took solace in the fact that, while we were tired then, we would be just that much more tired the next day, having to arrive at Miramar Air Station around 7am or so.
It takes skill to have trouble finding the large Marine Base that’s bigger than 90% of continental US cities. I finally found the main entrance, at least the one that visitors were suppose to use.
The kid with the high powered assault weapon guarding the base gate let us in without examining any of our ID’s. Hallie, Kevin, myself and a van of unexamined equipment were now driving around the Marine Base responsible for protecting the western coast of the US.
more later...
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