california dreamin'.... spent the weekend in san diego. like i said, however, it wasn't exactly how i said... we took off at about 6pm on friday evening. we got to the dunes, only to realise that it was for people with 4wheelers. ATV's, ect... we were more than welcome to stay, everyone seemed laid back enough (infact, the ranger was sprawled out over the top of his own four wheeler smoking a cigarette when we got there...), if we wanted to put up with the constant, no noise ordinance 4wheelers buzzing thru the whole night. that almost seemed cool enough... the dunes, in themselves, offer an exordinary experience. extremely large barren sand piles that blow in from over the tops of the mountain ranges. little to no plant life (or if it is there, it's burried far beneath the sand piles, that could only be described as either a) the world largest sand box... the best way to think about it, with all of the boys playing on their dune buggies =) or b) it's a lot like a snow storm in new england. untouched white morning snow, burrying everything, and creating an inviting curiosity to whatall is lying beneath, but they didn't have nightly prices. you had to pay something along the lines of 30$ for a week stay. that's BLM land for you. (honestly, not a bad price at all, were you a 4wheeling dune lover...) we decided 30 there, or 40 in El Centro at a hotel. the hotel won, and off to El Centro we went for the night...
saturday morning, refreshed, we took off for San Diego... the drive from el centro to san diego... hell, the drive from Yuma, Arizona to San Diego is spectacular. and that it is california only adds to it all.
we arrived at the west coast beaches quite early. not as early as we could've. we stopped over at the Golden Acorn Casino high in the mountains between El Centro and SD. alas, we won little... but if you can do it, do it.. right? we were on vacation, after all...
the beaches, plentiful and beautiful, were inviting enough... but to sit on the shore and watch hords of surfers out on the waves trying their bests to dance with the ocean... fantastic.
we planned to stay at Carlsbad State Beach, just north of SD. sadly, the camping park was full. we stayed at Carlsbad for a while though. Hanging out on the beach. We brought a camp cooker (totally okay to use on the beaches there...) and brewed up a pot of coffee. we explored the beaches and looked for shells. took off our shirts and read books. a very good day.
saturday night. we decided to let our hair down and go out. one other time in SD we had went to a bar called Burbon Street in the University Heights area. just a laid back bar with a patio for smoking... and it was nice to have a drink there, to relax. we were looking for a little bit more. we knew san diego had it. we hadn't come all this way to see the same lame little bars that we had back home in tucson.
we found this place called flicks. it was a bar, not a club (tho san diego does host them)... and it fit in with our "we're on vacation, let's be a little bit wild mood"... and lo and behold... we got more than we'd asked for when the dj annouced that tonight was there amature wet underwear contest.
folks, if you've never been to a wet underwear contest (i hadn't before saturday..) make sure you bring lots and lots of humor with you. and really, i don't know what else to say about it other than that.
i got bloody tied. drunk off my little happy booty. and so that was saturday.
sunday morning we woke up. grabbed some breakfast sandwhiches and headed to the beaches again. this time on coranado. the ---inner city beach, i guess---- it's on coranado island, where the military base is.
as we were sitting down, again the beaches came alive with surfers who this time had large kite like things leading them along the edges of the waves... at this point it became clear to me. this is how i wanted all of my mornings. i am a california boy. inside of me, and i just gotta find him, and let him loose!
we drove around a bit after our beach breakfast picnic. explored the gaslamp dist. in downtown. got coffee walked to the ship docks. and then it was time to go back to the desert.
since back, i cannot think of much else. i'm holding my breath and my pure exitement. were this a couple of years ago, i would have stayed. slept on the beaches until i'd made my way.
but now is a different time. ...or is it?
saturday morning, refreshed, we took off for San Diego... the drive from el centro to san diego... hell, the drive from Yuma, Arizona to San Diego is spectacular. and that it is california only adds to it all.
we arrived at the west coast beaches quite early. not as early as we could've. we stopped over at the Golden Acorn Casino high in the mountains between El Centro and SD. alas, we won little... but if you can do it, do it.. right? we were on vacation, after all...
the beaches, plentiful and beautiful, were inviting enough... but to sit on the shore and watch hords of surfers out on the waves trying their bests to dance with the ocean... fantastic.
we planned to stay at Carlsbad State Beach, just north of SD. sadly, the camping park was full. we stayed at Carlsbad for a while though. Hanging out on the beach. We brought a camp cooker (totally okay to use on the beaches there...) and brewed up a pot of coffee. we explored the beaches and looked for shells. took off our shirts and read books. a very good day.
saturday night. we decided to let our hair down and go out. one other time in SD we had went to a bar called Burbon Street in the University Heights area. just a laid back bar with a patio for smoking... and it was nice to have a drink there, to relax. we were looking for a little bit more. we knew san diego had it. we hadn't come all this way to see the same lame little bars that we had back home in tucson.
we found this place called flicks. it was a bar, not a club (tho san diego does host them)... and it fit in with our "we're on vacation, let's be a little bit wild mood"... and lo and behold... we got more than we'd asked for when the dj annouced that tonight was there amature wet underwear contest.
folks, if you've never been to a wet underwear contest (i hadn't before saturday..) make sure you bring lots and lots of humor with you. and really, i don't know what else to say about it other than that.
i got bloody tied. drunk off my little happy booty. and so that was saturday.
sunday morning we woke up. grabbed some breakfast sandwhiches and headed to the beaches again. this time on coranado. the ---inner city beach, i guess---- it's on coranado island, where the military base is.
as we were sitting down, again the beaches came alive with surfers who this time had large kite like things leading them along the edges of the waves... at this point it became clear to me. this is how i wanted all of my mornings. i am a california boy. inside of me, and i just gotta find him, and let him loose!
we drove around a bit after our beach breakfast picnic. explored the gaslamp dist. in downtown. got coffee walked to the ship docks. and then it was time to go back to the desert.
since back, i cannot think of much else. i'm holding my breath and my pure exitement. were this a couple of years ago, i would have stayed. slept on the beaches until i'd made my way.
but now is a different time. ...or is it?
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