Today was one of the best 4th of July’s I have ever had.
Slept in.
Drove to Whole Foods. They had killer samples. The best ones were these swirly cookie, chocolate things, and they had a huge container of them. I took more than one. 🙂
We bought Macaroni Salad, Cherries and potato chips.
We drove to La Jolla shores, and of course as expected no parking.
We drove up the hill, and made it all the way to the top before we found any parking at all. We then drove down Torrey Pines road, and low and behold! Parking! About a quarter of a mile away from La Jolla Shores Drive, and barely any elevation gain from sea level.
But how to get the mile to the beach?
We had our bicycles!
Loaded em up with all our stuff, got on our helmets and off we rolled.
A stop at Starbucks for an iced coffee for my wife.
If you can find my wife, you will find a Starbucks close by.
I look amazingly fit if you hold your thumb right over my stomach and squint while you look at this picture.
Then with tons of traffic meandered to the beach, and tried to figure out with the crazy crowds where to park our bicycles without them getting stolen.
We asked a San Diego Police guy where to park, and if they might get stolen. He said we could park by the drunk trailer they had, within the police lines, and that the police might steal them. He was obviously kidding. So we locked our bikes within 3 feet of two cops and we felt very secure.
We ran into Geoff Hasenauer (forgive me for the spelling) known to all around La Jolla as Hoss, the super hero lifeguard, who is my buddy. We caught up on life with him and he complemented me on my bike. By the way, even the cops complemented my bike!
We then hung out on the beach, a little body surfing, a good rinse, and then back on the bikes.
We rode to Roppongi, locked our bikes to the bench out front, and sat on the patio while slurping our way through half priced tapas and sushi, (daily 4-6).
Then back on the bikes, my wife picked up another coffee at the living room, and we rolled down to the cove. We set up in one of the little huts overlooking the body surfing spot with an Indian family. We then watched the sun set, and the fire works turn on.
They launch the fireworks within arms reach of where we were sitting ( a slight exageration ) making it the best place in San Diego to watch fireworks. Kaboom! right in your face!
The fireworks are literally so close you can feel the ka-boom! and feel the heat off of them. This is actually a picture of my head on fire after being hit by a flying fireworks. 🙂
After the fireworks with the crowds snailing out of La Jolla, we rolled on our bikes back to the car.
A little pool and jacuzzi when we got home, and now settling down to bed.
A damn fine 4th of July.