Much like the pilgrims, except for that whole bit about after-supper murderizing, we embarked upon a voyage on the third weekend in November, giving thanks and celebrating with a feast. It was our maiden Westy voyage!
Our Westy is a champ of a dreamboat creampuff. I'm not just sayin' that. She tore that mountain road a new one, on her very own terms. It's not like anyone was timing us.
On the first day, we arrived mid afternoon just as the sun was leaving our pretty campsite at Rancho Cuyamaca State Park.
We cooked up our first Westy meal
|beware the ubiquitous big butt - where big butt is a verb|
The second day was Thanksgiving!
|Traditional Thanksgiving breakfast of apple jacks and bacon.|
Then we embarked upon the trail that started just steps from our Westy door and opened up into a stunningly gorgeous world
|They don't call it Green Valley for nuthin'|
And then in the afternoon, our great friends arrived in their
|so called adults|
|forgot to capture the kids' table while they were still at it, but there it is.|
On Friday morning, we explored the water side of our lovely little valley. We found the great spot we remembered from last time we camped at Green Valley, but it was teeming with revelers so we did little more than spectate.
|what's more fun than watching drunks jump into a freezing mountain river pool?|
It was a minor production to close up shop and get the Westy drivable, and then we headed a little further north to the town of Julian
|Please go here and have a chicken pie turnover. It's worth the wait and the 5 pounds you'll gain.|
After lunch we did a little browsing in the shops along Main Street
|A better mom would have said yes to these $45 hats|
We got back in time to catch the last bit of warmth from the sun, up in what we called the Sunny Meadow
|mancala in the meadow|
Saturday was our last day, but we were in no hurry to vacate the premises so we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast while making a strong fashion statement
|That fire gave me black lung. Note to self: in the future, sit NEAR it, not IN it.|
And then we went back to the waterfall, pleased to find that it was almost exclusively ours alone to enjoy
|Heart attack central|
|A little something to calm my nerves|
Late that afternoon, we packed up our Creampuff, our Champ, our Westy for the Ages, and we made our way home.
And so it begins....