Winter is for Suckers!

"Let's go somewhere warm," Dylan says. A couple of weeks later and we're in sunny San Diego. 75 degrees of beautiful sandy bliss.

Torrey Pines is a fun, easy hike. We met a few Docents (weird word for volunteer) who had seen rattlesnakes recently. A group of 4 or 5 young boys came walking by us and Dylan asked if they had seen any rattlesnakes. "No, have you?" they asked while inspecting a fallen log. "Yeah, right under that log," Dylan teased, and all the boys jumped back several feet, eyes wide.


There were kids getting Senior pictures all over the place, so Dylan and I decided to take a few of our own.
That picture makes me want to sing something like "Hot Blooded", "School's Out", or "Takin' Care of Business". Basically anything you can listen to in a Camaro. Rock on, my mulleted man.


Many afternoons were spent walking, sitting, watching the sunset, or sleeping on the beach. The great thing about vacationing without kids is that you can do a whole lotta nothin' and be completely satisfied.
This is the face of complete satisfaction:

There was a large boulder a little ways off in the tide. Dylan said, "When the water goes out, let's run to it." The water went out. I ran. A huge wave came and got me soaked. Dylan laughed.



A tour of the USS Midway, which we thought we could pound out in an hour, left us exhausted after 3 1/2 hours. My favorite was the recipe book for the 4,000 or so men on board. The beef stew called for 20 lbs. of lard!



Mullets are against the grooming standards on the ship, so Dylan was thrown in the brig. My favorite part ever was all of the amazing food! I love food. I love it. I do. At Kafe Yen, Dylan chose his meal based solely on the name: Tear of the Tiger. It melted our faces!

Thank you, Gammy and Grandpa for taking care of the young'uns, cleaning up puke in the car, and not letting Olivia buy a dog with the money she won playing Operation.