On the way to Mt Wilson...

I hiked up the old toll road that goes from Pasadena to Mt Wilson with some French friends: Sylvain, Arnaud and George. Sylvain and George are geologists, doing a summer party on the beach (sorry... internship at Caltech and UCLA), and George was visiting, to check if life in California is as lazy and cool as people believe in France.

  Sylvain thinks he just discovered some strange fault in the rock. The postcard gives an idea of the scale of the fracture.
  Arnaud also saw the fault.
  Pierre saw it too. This is really a strange fracture...
  George is very impressed by this unexpected discovery.
  Resting at the top. Sylvain and George are eating while Pierre is still dying from the climb.