On our return from Climber's Hill, we try to understand the moss below the water surface of the San Diego River.
Approaching Lake Murray after departing from Allied Gardens...at the coal face for want of a better expression.
A week later, better weather.
Lake Murray viewed from Cowles Mountain peak. The peak can be reached from at least 3 different trails, probably more.
Cowles Mountain viewed from above Admiral Baker military base.
Cowles Mountain and other ranges in the distance as Jen passed through Del Cerro with eyes on the beautiful flora. Flora stepped into her house a second ago but take it from us, she's very colorful.
On the short but steep peak of Kwaay Paay, Jen sits and faces the Fortuna Mountains. The path is visible in the distance.
Jen takes to the 'color' or is it 'trooping of the color'.
Kwaay Paay Peak in view.
"For Whom the Bells Hang".
After returning from Kwaay Paay Peak, we face toward the Fortuna mountains in the far distance.
...and come across this gem. Lakes are not a common sight in the county. Guess where we ate brunch? The tranquility emanating from the scene was a treat.
Jen negotiating steep Fortuna trail, the approach from Clairemont, the CA52-Freeway below.
Returning from Lake Murray on another occasion, a view of the skyline on a clearer day.
Beyond Cowles Mountain, we peer into the neighborhoods.
The title is misleading. Rather, perhaps the times have changed. These days, each morning after waking, I go through a routine. Firstly, I try to remember where we are. Then I check the time for the hour, sometimes even the year, occasionally the century. Thereafter, I wonder which natural, biblical and constitutional laws were scrapped or amended overnight. Frankly, I have much difficulty in adapting mainly because they’re making me rebellious. Nevertheless, I have a fervent desire to avoid jail and although I don’t wish to be ‘cancelled’ (whatever that means), I also would not like to be postponed.
Having completed the paperwork and after taking a 3-part eye test, I was sent off for another test, something unexpected. You must remember, after seventy, one begins to…what was I about to mention? I had to undertake a written test, too. I suppose that’s quite a good idea because how much experience does one have after 52 years behind the wheel.
The first provided 3 options for driving within the legal limit of alcohol in the bloodstream. Another asked where one should keep an open bottle of alcohol in the car while in motion. I had the option of: In the passenger’s cubby, the trunk or the passenger’s hands. At first, it seemed a trick question. After all, who would place an open bottle in the trunk or cubby—it would spill. I mean I try to drive smoothly but… As I could only choose one answer without providing an explanation, what could I do? The legal question got me. Another: What jail sentence would a driver receive should he not stop after ‘knocking over a pedestrian’ and then having to be chased by a police officer? Frankly, I was puzzled by the relevance of some of the questions.
Thanks for your indulgence.