April 12, 2009
The best part of our trip to San Diego (a vacation I’m still on, by the way, I’m typing this from Pacific Beach) was NOT going to Wally World. I LOVE not going to Wally World.
Here we are partying on the boardwalk:
And a little movie watching in the beach house:
Hangin in town on the cruiser:
Our favorite food, Taco Surf:
Kim n Holden watching the sunset:
And Holden hangin with his posse:
By the way, I’m leaving Holden with the LeBlancs. We were at a BBQ at a friend’s house, and Holden came rushing into the kitchen yelling “Dad! Dad! Come outside, hurry, you’ve got to see this!”
They had a hummingbird feeder. Love him.
Oh, and here’s my second favorite part of the trip. Me n Rick n Erol rode Mount Palomar. Palomar Mountain. Mt. Palomar. Whatever. It was hard. But what a road. I had no idea. Like riding American Fork Canyon, but since it was part of my not-going-to-wally-world vacation, it was better. 14 miles of climbing, over 4,000 vertical. So good. I’m going to take back some of the things I’ve said about Southern California.
Oh, and the upper third of the mountain was shrouded in rain and fog. Rick got to the top first, duh, and when I joined him at the top, I asked “Is the store open?” He totally cracked up, thinking I was just being my usual hilarious self.
“No, seriously, I read about this climb (of course), and I’m telling you, there’s a store and restaurant up here.”
We stood at a weird 4 way stop, and there was a big flat bed trailer covered in snow on the side of the road, blocking a “you are here” sign and pavilion. I climbed through the mud to the pavilion to look at the sign. Which clearly depicted a store and restaurant on the other side of the road. But all we could see was shadow and fog.
“You go over there and see” I said, since I couldn’t feel my left foot or my fingers.
He went and from the mist, I heard a very faint “hey! there’s a store over here.”
I wandered over into the darkness, hoping Erol would find it like we had. He did.
We felt much better post-hot chocolate.
The upper third of the descent was pretty hairy, since visibility was about 50 feet, and we had no feeling in our limbs. But once we were out of the cloud, ohhhhh, it got real good, real fast. Erol and I traded 50mph pulls all the way to the car. Sweet Sweetness.
Looking back up at the mountain in the cloud:
San Diego is nice. I wouldn’t want to live here, but I sure like visiting.