Beware of hand sanitizer— and “some lotions.” The glycerine in them can transfer to your camera bag. If you’re random screened it’ll show up as bomb making components and lead to a public “pat down” which is a lot more like being felt up. My friend’s dignity is not worth your illusory sense of security.
Arriving San Diego:
In and Out Burger Animal Fries mmmmmm. Also, northern San Diego can only be navigated with long U-Turns and surprise freeway trips. Good news– when we actually needed to take those freeways the next day, we knew right where they were, well mostly.
Best two egg breakfast and service ever, at Harry’s coffee shop. First beach, playing in the waves and soaked by 9 am :). Critter count begins—a million pelicans, a bunch of sea gulls, some kind of hawk, a ground squirrel, and one lone seal. Getting into the one cave accessible from land may or may not be worth the 4 bucks and 145 steps each way. Really it depends on how much you like caves, but we got some good pics.
On the Road:
Surfers. Surfers changing in and out of wet suits on the side of the road. I love California. Except for the silver cars which are everywhere and, apparently, go 10 miles an hour slower than every other color.
On the Road:
100.3 playing 2000 songs alphabetically. Finishing the H’s.
To skip or go. Decide to go. Long crosstown traffic has us wishing we’d headed north instead of east after Venice beach.