I took a lot of pictures in California, and they all make me happy, cause it was a great time. So I'm going to indulge myself, cause that's what blogs are all about. Here, then, is our 18 hour trip to San Diego. (Not included are pictures of fab cousins Scott and Jaclyn, who let us crash at their fab apartment. Also not included are the sights, smells, tastes of the sublime strip mall Mexican food that they served us upon our arrival. That meal alone atoned for the hellish experience of packing for a week long trip.)
We rose at dawn, more or less, cause that's what Memphians do when they're two time zones to the left. We were the lone diners at the breakfast place (almond pastries, carne asada eggs benedict). Then we walked to the corner of Dolphin and Bird Rock, and to other euphonious destinations.
Bird Rock. Site of Chris' last surfing expedition as a Californian, many moons ago. I don't think he or his buddy Brian would attest that it was a wildly successful venture, but since it's known to be somewhat dangerous and "locals only," we'll give credit where it's due.
The wealthy beach dwellers around Bird Rock are kind enough to offer amenities to the surfers.
20 years later, Chris and Brian are still brave (or dumb). In this picture, they're deciding whether or not to body surf in the 60 degree water. They did. I'll spare you those pictures.
What's better than ocean-view swinging?
Luckily, Brian and Kim's kids share Meredith's love of sea gull chasing. They were able to bond over this activity.
They also bonded over the building of a "drain." Not visible here: their florescently purple lips.
It was a very good day.
We rose at dawn, more or less, cause that's what Memphians do when they're two time zones to the left. We were the lone diners at the breakfast place (almond pastries, carne asada eggs benedict). Then we walked to the corner of Dolphin and Bird Rock, and to other euphonious destinations.
Bird Rock. Site of Chris' last surfing expedition as a Californian, many moons ago. I don't think he or his buddy Brian would attest that it was a wildly successful venture, but since it's known to be somewhat dangerous and "locals only," we'll give credit where it's due.
The wealthy beach dwellers around Bird Rock are kind enough to offer amenities to the surfers.
20 years later, Chris and Brian are still brave (or dumb). In this picture, they're deciding whether or not to body surf in the 60 degree water. They did. I'll spare you those pictures.
What's better than ocean-view swinging?
Luckily, Brian and Kim's kids share Meredith's love of sea gull chasing. They were able to bond over this activity.
They also bonded over the building of a "drain." Not visible here: their florescently purple lips.
It was a very good day.
3 comments:
Madeline's outfit is much cuter on her than I imagined when she was just a wee newborn ;-) What great pictures - see you tonight!
Thank for making the effort to come see us--it was so much fun--thank you for featuring our kids on your blog--we are honored :)
Brian and Kim
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