Adventure 595: Jalama Beach/Post D

Last sunset in Jalama

In a few minutes we've been invited to share some apple tart in a birthday celebration for Judy Dashell, who is 82 tomorrow. She's the wife of Mitch, who is a few years younger-78 or so. They are the folks who live South of San Diego. Mitch, a former Navy pilot, has made his living selling guns (legally). They're genuinely nice folks, despite their misguided Political notions. Gary and Cheryl, whose last name I don't know are hosting. Gary and Cheryl have become Democrats in response to Trump after years as registered Republicans. These two couples have been spending two winter months here at Jalama for some years now. They're fast friends, and like Cheryl says, "They avoid talking politics." We've enjoyed our time here, though how anyone could spend two months here is beyond us. It is beautiful, but it's the same beautiful every day, and the wind almost always blows. For us, it would be the lack of good bike riding. I rode the steep rough road one day, out to highway 1 and back. The only thing more disconcerting than the rough steepness, was the narrowness and the lack of sight lines on the twisting road. It is true  that we have enjoyed walking the beach, and the sun has been glorious, and we really enjoyed smash mouthing the decadent beach specialty, the Jalama burger. And we've talked with our neighbors more than anywhere we've ever stayed. That's been a good growth experience. Nevertheless, we'll be happy to settle for the next ten days in Morro Bay, some 93 miles up the road. We'll meet up with our friend, Liz, when she arrives Monday in her "Liz Mobile". It will be fun to catch up on "grandma" talk, as two of her son's wives have recently given birth. Nothing inspires more hope than smart people deciding it's a good thing to add to the population. Therefore, it's easy to declare that life is good, especially today.

 Dance with me.

 Low tide mussel show.

 It looks like this well beyond San Diego.

 Selfie of the day: another six mile walk.

Same dance, different couple.

 Hey, surf's up.

We met  lady on the beach who said hanging these "holes" rocks would bring us good luck.

Say goodnight, Frac.