We saw, from the freeway*, this strange building that looked like the palace of the Wicked Witch of the West. ‘What’s that weird building that looks like a Mormon temple?’ I asked. My host said ‘It is, like, a Mormon temple, dude.’** ‘And that angel on the top? He’s called Moroni’ Well there you go then. Nuff said, dude. We went up to the Fort-Knox-like gates to take a couple of pictures. Mysterious cars whirred around, but nobody objected.
* note my confident use of the local vernacular ** John doesn’t, like, exactly speak gnarly like this, dude, though he is totally rad and a Californian.