Final Reflections on our stay in San Diego

Just a guy and his pet iguana out for a day at the beach.  "She really likes coming to the beach", California alright.

We came for a month, stayed three, and still left many paths untraveled but it was time to leave.  Here are some random photos and activities not mentioned on the other SD pages.

When we first arrived the buzz was all about the upcoming implosion of a nearby power plant.  We woke before dawn and with coffee in hand, otherwise we may not have remembered it, strolled a hundred yards or so to await the action. 

After spaying it all with fire hoses, a horn sounded and an incredible boom and shock wave followed.  There were apparently ceremonies to follow but we retreated to the ole Tin Can for breakfast. 

Reduced to ruble in moments.  Apparently this was a local icon of sorts, much as our Moran Plant is in Burlington, but they have big plans for this waterfront location. 

Nice plate of Sea Urchin offered at the Saturday Farmer's Market in Little Italy

Kites of all varieties seem to be a favored local pass-time in the bayside park adjoining our camp spot.  The almost constant sea breeze keeps the action going.  Perhaps we will try our hand at kiting next year.

Early one evening I watched this huge sailboat come down the channel and anchor.   Judging by the size of the crew on the foredeck it had to be well over 150 feet.  I would have loved to see her under sail with a stiff breeze.

February flowers.  We spent many a day in Balboa Park during our first month. 

Art appreciation at one of the Art Museums in Balboa Park

Nancy loves her horses

A broad variety of art was represented

Awaiting an evening performance of Pygmalion at the Playhouse in Balboa Park

Look to good to eat? Maybe not, but we were full from a great dinner in Little Italy

Looking into SD from the embarcadero.

On one of our trips north to LA we stopped at the Mission San Juan Capistrano

For years the bells told the townsfolk of much news.  Different sequences for the passing of men, women, children, holidays (the still ring for the return of the swallows), on and on.

The swallows still return to the town of Capistrano,  30 to 40 thousand arrive from Argentina each year but few now
to the Mission.

It was duckling time around the RV park and adjoining waterfront.  Parade after parade of moms and their followers.

The following pictures were taken just north of San Diego in Carlsbad - a stop on
one of our many trips to LA.

This "fairy" was very small - notice the size of the snapdragons.

One of the many shades of their famous poinsettias.

Carlsbad, CA is famous for its Ranunculus flowers- this is a 50-acre flower farm.
Very few buds/flowers are sold (1/2%) mostly grown to sell the bulbs throughout the world.
They also have a beautiful snow pea maize instead of "corn".

And of course, at Nancy's insistence a Padre's Game.  It was a beautiful day, they were playing San Francisco, apparently a rivalry ala NY-Boston, and won in an exciting close game.  What more could be asked?