Today was the big day that Kaitlyn and Grace arrived from Manitoba. They left Winnipeg for Calgary way before we were even thinking of waking up and then hopped another West Jet flight to San Diego about the time we were having coffee on the beach.
It wasn't long before P&H showed up at our door to join us on our patio for morning coffee.
We discussed our plans of picking up Kaitlyn at 11 at the airport and they thought they would head into town for supplies today I think.
A little story to share with you. If you look close you will see a guy with a surf board down the beach from us. We had watched him for a long time and he would wade into the water a little bit and them back out again and go down on one knee like he was praying or something. He did this for the 20 minutes or so while we drank our coffee. The waves were cresting at about 6 feet today, so we thought it should be good for surfing. We discussed that he must be waiting for something or there was a perfect time for surfing coming up or something. Finally I could not restrain myself and curiosity sent me down to talk to him. I told him I was a prairie boy and didn't understand the fine art of surfing and was wondering what specific criteria he was waiting for before going out. He said, "I'm from Lake Tahoe and I am down visiting my son who is a firefighter here in San Diego. He is working a long shift right now so I brought his surfboard down here to try it. Now you have to remember that I do a lot of skiing in Lake Tahoe but this is a whole different ball game. Every time I look out there, a series of 3 waves come crashing down and they would just crush me I'm sure, so the reason I am on the beach is because I am scared shitless to go out there!!!" I guess that is reason enough to sit on the beach.
Sue and I headed out to pick up the kids and because the road backtracks we got a picture of the park where we are. It is really crowded but there is lots of wide open beach area to compensate for that.
We will be heading across the Coronado Bridge to downtown San Diego.
This is the same bridge we went over yesterday with the Ponderosa and got lost on the other side and had to come back over it again to find the RV park. Whew, that was some white knuckle driving.
As I mentioned in another post, Sue always manages to navigate us downtown in every major city in the country and true to form we headed downtown again today.
Pretty part of town where we went took us down by the harbour where there were lots of sailboats and yachts.
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