Aaaaaahhhhh…..now that feels better! Nothing sooths my desert scorched nerves like the sight of the ocean. And nothing needed soothing like my desert scorched nerves!
I hadn’t originally planned to return to San Diego, but I had a few things I wanted to get done here. First and foremost, I needed a beach fix. And the fact that my favorite beach here just happens to be across the bike path from the brewery, well…. Continue reading
Beauty and the Beast — Just as art imitates life, “which is which” is in the eyes of the beholder.
I like to think I am a person who can find the beauty anywhere….well, almost anywhere. Particularly when those places lean toward the extreme or exotic. Continue reading
I don’t typically go “back in time” on the blog, but my time at Jojoba Hills was cut short before I had the chance to write about my stay there. Jojoba Hills is an “over 55” Escapees community near Temecula, CA, about 90 miles outside of San Diego. Continue reading
I have long said that San Diego has “absence of weather.” It is so damned near perfect here that I can’t even feel the air on my skin most times. When my friend Margie relocated from Manhattan to San Diego, I got annoyed with her always posting daily updates on Facebook to remind us all that the weather was “Sunny, 78 degrees, winds light and variable.” Continue reading
Long before arriving in San Diego, the emails were flying back and forth, discussing “What’s on your list while you are here?” Some of us had longer lists than others, while some had less time to hit the highlights. The intent was to stagger the activities so the hikes were left for the remaining hikers, while the bike rides were reserved for the arrival of the bikers. Continue reading
I did four hikes while in San Diego, all varying degrees of interest, scenic beauty, and difficulty. The breweries, on the other hand, were all consistently good. Continue reading
Jim and Gayle were two weeks ahead of me in San Diego. I was sitting out a hailstorm in McDowell Mountain Regional Park when Jim sent the report that “Sprouts has 88 cent blackberries, beer flows from the tap, and the streets are paved with gold here.” It was all I could do to keep from scrapping my Topo Map course and high-tailing it to San Diego two weeks earlier than planned.
But the one story they told that intrigued me more than anything was riding their bikes to a brewery! Continue reading
I am woefully behind on my blog, as usual. I am just now telling of an arrival in San Diego, while the rest of my friends and fellow bloggers have long moved on. So the next five posts will be short on prose, as I attempt to capture the essence of my two weeks in San Diego in subtitles…
First up…The Markets. And Beer! Continue reading
I bid a sad farewell to the Sonoran Desert with a lump in my throat, and drove over the hills and through the woods to meet up with my posse at the Viejas Casino in Alpine, CA, where we would overnight and descend en masse on San Diego the following day. Continue reading
One of the scenic drives in Redwood National Park is deserving of a post all on its own. When I stop at the Kuchel Visitor Center, I am given one of the typical NPS foldable brochure maps. As I am asking the ranger for information, I happen to notice a picture on the back of the brochure. My next question is “How do I get THERE??” Continue reading