Then I came home, and commenced the shaming ritual that inevitably succeeded in luring my lazy spawn up and out of the house by the crack of 3pm.
My girl was a bit under the weather, and we'd been out late the night before singing every single line, so we opted to forgo the previously planned beach/surfing adventure for a less wet pursuit.
As I said, it was a gorgeous day. Hot and sunny and summerlike. I had seen a story on the news about humpback whales being spotted from the tip of Point Loma the day before, and although we'd missed low tide by a couple of hours we thought it would be fun to spend a couple of sunny afternoon hours tooling around Cabrillo National Monument.
To get to Cabrillo, you drive out to the tippy tippy top (bottom) of Point Loma. See?
|Cabrillo puts the point in Point Loma|
So we take the 8 freeway, see it? then we take Rosecrans to Canon to Catalina and follow it all the way until we fall into the ocean, stopping only to pay $5 per vehicle at the National Park entry gate. along the way, we drive past Fort Rosecrans national cemetery, a hauntingly beautifully creepily cool place if you're into that sort of thing. We are.
On this particular day, we experienced the common yet relentlessly frustrating phenomenon wherein we drive out of the sun and straight into the soup of a thick marine layer. I couldn't even see the end of my car, it was so foggy. When we got to the gate, I told the guy we were just going to turn around. He said: "ohhh, you're the first person to do that today!" smartass.
Rather than just drive home to our boring, sundry albeit sunny life, we made a couple of pit stops.
First, we pulled over at the cemetery to take a little gander.
|Put your phones away|
|Act like you don't know I'm taking a picture|
|There it is|
|Wait, where'd the ocean go?|
|And what'd they do with the pier?|
Suddenly the sun peeked out.... but it was still cuckoo nuts. These photos are posted in the order they were taken, during about a 20 minute period.
|The pier! The pier! They put the pier back!|