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| View from Torrey Pines. |
On February 12, I flew to the John Wayne Airport in Santa
Ana, grabbed a car and headed off on a 10-day tour of S. Cal. My main objective
was San Diego to see where my dad and Clarice used to tie up their schooner at
Shelter Island. But I had plenty on my to-do list on the way there, beginning
with a visit to Lake Elsinore, where my dad launched his first sailboat, a
plywood 16-footer, in the early 1950s. From there, I took a spin around
Fallbrook and found the old house where my grandparents lived for decades. I’d
never been there before and was delighted to see the old house, though somewhat
neglected now, still matched up perfectly with the old photos I had. I was too timid
to knock on the door, so I stole a photo and was on my way. Feeling gaga
from the warm sunshine, I raced over to the coast at San Elijo Beach to nab my reserved
campsite before dark. After sunset, I waded in the surf a little, knowing how jealous Kris
would be at such mischief, but alas, she had work and school commitments and could not join me
for the trip. A few die-hard surfers stayed out so late you could hardly see
them in the dusky light. Sure enough, more (or were they the same dudes?) were out there at dawn catching a
wave in wetsuits.
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| Howdy pardner. |
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| Lake Elsinore. |
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| Finding Gramma. |
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| Surfing in the dark. |
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| San Elijo beach. |
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| Torrey Pines. |
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| Gazillion dollar view. |
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| Rattlesnake under the rail, tracks from lower right. |
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| Fun trail. |
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| Hey ma, how do I get up there? |
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| Brown pelican close-up. |
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| May I help you? |
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| The old coast highway. |
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| San Diego is beyond the distant point. |
