♪ “Our van is packed and we’re ready to go~~~” ♪
We leave Los Angeles around 11:30am, before the parking restrictions take place in our area of West LA. It’s a short block or two to Wilshire, then onto the 405. 405 South is a route we rarely take, but here we are, heading towards San Diego.
“It used to be all orange groves between LA and San Diego,” Big Dog moans. Today, it is all urban and lots of it industrial. There are only a couple – literally! – ag areas, or should I say, farms. Worse, far worse, is San Onofre with the Evil Twin Nuclear Boobies. They look like evil Anti-Mother breasts, ready to squirt poisonous milk.
The biggest “undeveloped” area is Camp Pendelton where we stop at a vista point. Helicopters are landing and they and the land vehicles are kicking up huge clouds of dust but the seagulls are enjoying the thermals.
Along the way, we stop at Dana Point for a late lunch at Lucy’s Café, an old surfer hang serving Mexican food. American Mexican food.
Tonight, we will sleep in front of B & T’s home in Mission Bay. B is Big Dog’s longtime friend – they’ve known each other since kindergarten! T, the wife, was B’s high school sweetheart so Big Dog’s known her nearly as long. He’d wanted to go see them since they told him about T’s battle with breast cancer.
Now, T is going through the very last part of her treatments so I’m surprised at how good she looks. She’s in a nice wig which looks very natural. Her weight loss has only made her look healthier. No one would know she’s going through chemo and radiation every day.
B has staked out level parking in front of his house, so after a Thai dinner and hours of conversation, we go into Sprockets to sleep. But it’s COLD! We put as much stuff as we can pull out onto the bed but it is still COLD…