I consider myself very lucky to be a native of San Diego. When I tell with people on our travels, where we are based; I normally get the first response of “oh, sunny San Diego?”. Now don’t get me wrong, I do love San Diego for it’s contestant 72°. But What comes to first to mind when i describe San Diego, is the attractions. San Diego is the micro brew capital of
I have driven past this massive spire in the Arizona desert for years. Now that I am hiking more, I thought it would be a great thing to tackle. T, of course, was game to trail blaze. I did some research via Google/Maps prior to the hike, and made sure we had our essential supplies (sun screen, warm layer, snacks, etc.). We approached from the west side through a wash, thinking it would make for the easiest route. Then, exploring our options for descent at the top, we found a small trail on the east side.
Red: The way we went up. Blue: The way down/small trail.
American Flag on the mountain
For this week’s entry I wanted to recap our road trip to South Lake Tahoe. We drove nine hours from sunny San Diego to snow-dusted Christmas Valley. Due to the short length of our stay, I didn’t capture as many photos as I would have liked, but we had a fun, relaxing time amidst the first snow of the season.
I am quite happy to say we will see more snow yet before winter’s end.
T pointing out the summit of Mt. Whitney to me.
I’m bad at snow angels
For this ride, T and I wanted to go straight into downtown San Diego. So we loaded up the camera and headed to the Gaslamp quarter, where there is a special cafe. It has your usual lattes, cappuccinos, and cookies, places to lounge and read. But what makes it unique? This cafe features a play room with half a dozen or so adoptable cats, which you can pet and cuddle with to your heart’s content, provided you’re a nice person. You can get your kitty fix and de-stress, all while helping local rescue organizations find loving homes for them. These cats are selected to be accepting of both cafe customers as well as other cats. Even still, to ensure that the cats are not overwhelmed by too many visitors, they have access to a private back room where they may come and go as they please.
Miles of traffic so slow it renders my speedometer useless, sidewalks and underpasses filled with Hoovervilles, and people that have spent more money on their face than I have on my car…. That is how I would have described Los Angeles in the past. However, after T and I decided to take our brand new bikes up for a museum jaunt, I am happy to say that I now have a new view of LA. We parked for free in Koreatown, and rode several miles to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (also known as LACMA). The busy streets made all the more treacherous by a rather large storm that hit in and around downtown.
One soggy hour later, we arrived at the museum. We took our time perusing “At Home with Monsters,” an exhibition of filmmaker Guillermo del Toro’s personal collection of curious and macabre artifacts, drawings, and concept film art from which he draws his inspiration. To save both you the readers and me the photographer, there are no lame images of cool items inside glass cases.
6 miles…. In a hurricane….each way….