Last Saturday I decided to head out for my ride rather late in the afternoon. My days during the week start so early that Saturday mornings I’m moving very slow. I figured I would still have plenty of light since sunset is so late, and I could take advantage of the great light late in the day for photos.
I headed out along the same route I’ve been taking the past few weeks, this time going over a mile further into La Jolla Colony, which is a beautiful little neighorhood tucked in between the 5 and the canyon the train goes through. Although the last mile just about killed me going from a slight incline to a very steep hill. I had to stop and catch my breath for a few minutes before heading back and this is where I found the flowers.
Going back started out a little chilly because the sun was on the way down; but zooming down hill, so much fun. This was a good ride for me in that I only made 2 stops, a few minutes at the halfway point and another brief one to take the picture of the creek that the bike path goes along by Mission Bay
I finally made it to the start of this bike path, which has been my goal for the past few weeks. That it’s just under 10 miles from home and it took this much effort to reach is really pathetic. Although there is a stiff, steady wind coming in off the ocean that I’m battling almost the entire way out. Add to that a slight, but constant uphill grade and it’s kind of a challenge. I followed this path for about a mile along the train tracks. Then it ends and the bike route splits; you can stay to the right towards La Jolla Colony or go left into La Jolla Shores towards the ocean. But I was out of breath and still needed to get back home, so I turned around and headed back. Going downhill with the wind was a fun reward and a such a relief.
On the way home I took an extended break in Mission Bay Park watching everyone having fun in and along the water.
While still trying to catch my breath after walking up Presidio Hill I found this view at the end of a dead-end street. A house at the end of the street had a low wall I stood on to take the picture. I was hoping they didn’t mind too much. The view is looking southwest over San Diego Bay to the north island of Coronado and the open ocean beyond that. To the right is Point Loma. And on the horizon just left of center, very faint, is an island that, according to Google Earth, is about 21 miles away.
Early in March Keith decided that he really missed Puget Sound and the forests and the rain in the Seattle area where he grew up. And he wants to be able to buy a few acres and build a house, which is much easier there than in San Deigo. So the end of April he packed up his stuff and his bird, Nikko, and his motorcycle and headed north.
May 1st Frank and Gypsy moved in. Frank and I had been acquaintances for a little while. I haven't lived with a dog since I was a little guy and I'm really enjoying it. She's really sweet, mostly well-behaved, and very smart. I've taken her for walks a few times and that's lots of fun.