We were up early for our missionary breakfast and Lance Banks (and his special friend) picked us up at the hotel. We went to the
Hash House a Go-Go (really), but, despite the name, it was quite good and the portions were too much for one person to eat. Good place to go and split a breakfast. So if you are in San Diego, check it out. We had a great time with the
Wignall's (Ph.D student in economics - teach?), the future Lance Banks community property partnership (both in law school), and Tate
Lounsbery (practicing law in San Diego). It was fun catching up and talking about those incredible times in Honduras.
Lance dropped us back at the hotel and we caught the shuttle to the airport to rent our car. They upgraded up to an nice, brand-new Ford Edge. Zero miles. Very nice little car, peppy and nice amenities, with full leather. We found our way to the end of Point
Lomas, after driving through a military reservation and a gigantic military cemetery. At the end of the Point, there is a fantastic view of San Diego and the harbor, as well as the
Cabrillo National Monument, celebrating the landing of the Spanish by sea for the first time in what is now U.S. soil (California).
We headed north out of San Diego through Escondido, then northwestward into the mountains. I found a metal namesake alongside the road (see picture). We were getting hungry (can you tell?). It got colder and colder as we wound through the trees up Palomar Mountain. The goal was to see the
Palomar Observatory. In fact, the weather got downright nasty. We had on San Diego clothes and I thought KR was going to get frostbite. Then the Palomar dome
appeared out of the mist and clouds. Spooky place actually. The buildings and dome were built in the 1930's and have that solid look and feel to them. It is one of those spots that stays with you and you don't forget it. As we entered the dome, the cold air was whipping around the side and we hurried in; as we came out it was hailing heavily and we ran to the car!
We drove due east to the
Salton Sea (I wanted to see it). If you have the urge, scratch it off your list! Reminded me of a sewage treatment plant pond. Grey, ugly water....and the smell! Enough to gag a maggot. There were actually houses being built in the area and I don't know how they stand it. We ate dinner and got a room in
Indio, home of thousands of date palms and the annual date festival. Who would have known?
Lance dropped us back at the hotel and we caught the shuttle to the airport to rent our car. They upgraded up to an nice, brand-new Ford Edge. Zero miles. Very nice little car, peppy and nice amenities, with full leather. We found our way to the end of Point Lomas, after driving through a military reservation and a gigantic military cemetery. At the end of the Point, there is a fantastic view of San Diego and the harbor, as well as the Cabrillo National Monument, celebrating the landing of the Spanish by sea for the first time in what is now U.S. soil (California).
We headed north out of San Diego through Escondido, then northwestward into the mountains. I found a metal namesake alongside the road (see picture). We were getting hungry (can you tell?). It got colder and colder as we wound through the trees up Palomar Mountain. The goal was to see the Palomar Observatory. In fact, the weather got downright nasty. We had on San Diego clothes and I thought KR was going to get frostbite. Then the Palomar dome appeared out of the mist and clouds. Spooky place actually. The buildings and dome were built in the 1930's and have that solid look and feel to them. It is one of those spots that stays with you and you don't forget it. As we entered the dome, the cold air was whipping around the side and we hurried in; as we came out it was hailing heavily and we ran to the car!
We drove due east to the Salton Sea (I wanted to see it). If you have the urge, scratch it off your list! Reminded me of a sewage treatment plant pond. Grey, ugly water....and the smell! Enough to gag a maggot. There were actually houses being built in the area and I don't know how they stand it. We ate dinner and got a room in Indio, home of thousands of date palms and the annual date festival. Who would have known?
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