Perspective of the climb and view.
Over in Tecolote, Jen shouts for a helicopter. At times, she can be quite demanding. "Ask your brother-in-law," I respond, "He's far nicer than me."
"Anyway, you're close to the top...thereafter, only two more gradients to follow."
After passing a number of these rather out-of-shape fellows and noticing the in-shape women hardly clothed, or should that be mostly undressed, we headed to the steep section which took us into La Jolla, the Farms Road. Dare we say it is the high end of San Diego in addition to views of the coastline, hills and ocean. Mark had expressed interest in acquiring a home on the hills above the beach which are priced a little on the high side. However, he is not easily intimidated. They are now considering making an offer, (cash of course), for the beauty that caught his eye. (See below)
Over in Tecolote, Jen shouts for a helicopter. At times, she can be quite demanding. "Ask your brother-in-law," I respond, "He's far nicer than me."
"Anyway, you're close to the top...thereafter, only two more gradients to follow."
After passing a number of these rather out-of-shape fellows and noticing the in-shape women hardly clothed, or should that be mostly undressed, we headed to the steep section which took us into La Jolla, the Farms Road. Dare we say it is the high end of San Diego in addition to views of the coastline, hills and ocean. Mark had expressed interest in acquiring a home on the hills above the beach which are priced a little on the high side. However, he is not easily intimidated. They are now considering making an offer, (cash of course), for the beauty that caught his eye. (See below)
I thought he might be extending himself financially, but he really seems to require a get-away home from life in Dallas. Whom I to argue?
We then continued up toward the Farms Road, very steep and tiring. Thereafter, we decided to complete a loop and arrive back at the glider-port via the road. (Avoid going down and back up, perhaps being on the lazy side). Being long-time residents of the city, we of course knew the route. After roughly 2.5 miles walking on a hot day, it turned out we arrived at the top of La Jolla Farms Road, the place from where we commenced the return to the port. How we made this mistake is beyond this man of much experience in San Diego, known for his superior sense of directions. We asked a surfer for confirmation of our error. He pointed out that I appeared to be badly sun-burned. Turns out I was red from embarrassment.
We then continued up toward the Farms Road, very steep and tiring. Thereafter, we decided to complete a loop and arrive back at the glider-port via the road. (Avoid going down and back up, perhaps being on the lazy side). Being long-time residents of the city, we of course knew the route. After roughly 2.5 miles walking on a hot day, it turned out we arrived at the top of La Jolla Farms Road, the place from where we commenced the return to the port. How we made this mistake is beyond this man of much experience in San Diego, known for his superior sense of directions. We asked a surfer for confirmation of our error. He pointed out that I appeared to be badly sun-burned. Turns out I was red from embarrassment.
A warm and hot welcome for family. The guy on the left is my little, young brother, Mark (Punksie). I cannot even remember when I was his age. Fiona, (The Fonz), is a decade younger than her sister-in-law.
We also realized we had not eaten breakfast, and it was already lunchtime. Unfortunately, we did not notice shady areas or places to sit in comfort. We must remember to bring this up at the next citizens' beach meeting. However, having an extremely sharp eye, I noticed a large toilet block which created shade as well as a bit of an odor. By that time, we needed some sustenance, so we selected a patch of ground (deemed our picnic spot) and enjoyed Jenni's usual nourishing and tastily prepared meal.
We also realized we had not eaten breakfast, and it was already lunchtime. Unfortunately, we did not notice shady areas or places to sit in comfort. We must remember to bring this up at the next citizens' beach meeting. However, having an extremely sharp eye, I noticed a large toilet block which created shade as well as a bit of an odor. By that time, we needed some sustenance, so we selected a patch of ground (deemed our picnic spot) and enjoyed Jenni's usual nourishing and tastily prepared meal.
Thereafter, we headed back down to the beach, walked along it to Blacks (nude) Beach, kept an eye on the lovely birds (pelicans and seagulls, of course) and took the right turn to negotiate the sharp climb to reach civilization on the level...in a fashion. As Mark realizes, we may not be intelligent, but we do have a lot of fun.
We alluded to the very attractive birds.
Mark is a little concerned of the house being washed down the hill. Well, it is one way of keeping it clean.
Here come the crew, struggling a little, or perhaps a lazy bunch.
Approaching the beach after a steep descent and in for a surprise.
The young lovebirds keeping together and turn around after being shocked by nudists. In the background, the umbrellas keep the shady parts shaded.
Mark is a little concerned of the house being washed down the hill. Well, it is one way of keeping it clean.
Here come the crew, struggling a little, or perhaps a lazy bunch.
Approaching the beach after a steep descent and in for a surprise.
The young lovebirds keeping together and turn around after being shocked by nudists. In the background, the umbrellas keep the shady parts shaded.
Over in Tecolote Canyon, Jen negotiates some of the toughest slopes faced. She has devised a system of attaching bonding to the soles of her feet for extra gripping. Don't even ask about the serpents...
My Fair Lady did it, "By George (Jeff), she did it".
My Fair Lady did it, "By George (Jeff), she did it".
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
P.S. For the record, these are the 'birds' referred to within the blog.
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