The day was hot. As in 106 degrees hot. So I was quite happy to drive west and arrive in Camarillo, where it was a cool, comfortable 76 degrees. Ahh. Much better. The weather was perfect, the light was amazing, and Miss R, a high school senior, was absolutely stunning. She didn't even complain when I made her, her mom and her little sister hike up a dirt hill covered with prickly weeds. In heels. What more could I have asked for?