Many years ago, I had a nightmare that I never forgot. In it, I'm driving my car along a narrow path, to the left of me, lapping up against this path, is the San Francisco bay. All of a sudden I notice that water is rising in front of me and over the path. I also realize this path is too narrow for me to turn around. Worse, I see that the water is rising behind me too. So as the water continues to rise, lifting my car, I step out of it and it begins to float. So I'm walking my car (not sure why)...and then the dream ends. Okay...got the picture?

So today, Tracey Morris decides we're going to shoot down by the LA River. But not NEAR the LA River, we're talking ON the LA River. So I'm following the directions that take me through a tunnel down by the 6th street bridge to the where the shoot is taking place. I head down a steep embankment that drops me ON TO the LA River.

The river starts off dry, just like driving on a street, but then, all of a sudden, I notice water is completely covering this "road." Now granted, this IS the river, so why wouldn't there be water. I continue to cruise along—just hoping I'm not going to fall into some pit where I'm stuck until the rescue helicopter is sending ropes down for me to hang on to. As I continue to drive, I see no sign of our photoshoot up ahead—just water.

Around the bend, I finally see the stylist's tent and some other vehicles. Whew! But then, when coming back, I miss the opening to the tunnel and end up driving about two miles on the river before finally deciding to circle back (fortunately). Um, no more shoots on the LA River, please. Okay?

rollin' ...rollin' ...rollin' on the river....