Day 30 - West Meets South in San Diego

When I returned from Mexico, I wanted to get together with my middle bro. 

He had come from Texas, his new digs, ( I'm really sure this move was not totally his idea ) to see daughters and brothers and friends. As we had made only tentative plans to see each other, I went to Mexico for a few days, and when we returned he went to Temecula. 

Well, it's not hard to know who had the best of that. Not withstanding that border wait...

So, brothers reunited! We met at the BoatHouse on Harbor Island for a walk and talk. Lunch was tasty and the venue beautiful - especially for those who have chosen to live in Texas.

To his never-ending credit, he refused to let me pay for lunch, or the inevitable trip to the Bali Hai for - Thank you God - Mai Tais. 

My bro said he loved them and could drink quite a few given the opportunity. I will welcome him back.

 I loved the day!

Day 19- One more time

It was revealed this morning that someone had forgotten a bag down at Campland.

 We only brought two bags, one being a cooler and the other paraphernalia - nice word and thank you spell check- that the wife packed.

Guess which bag was left? No man leaves a party without his cooler. Enough said.

 I volunteered to retrieve said bag as it would afford an opportunity to ride at the bay. After a brief stop and a Hi-De-Ho to those gracious hosts, with bag in hand, Shelter Island here I come. Wonderful day for a bay cruise.

I tried to find a better kayak launch for accessing Humphrey's concerts but failed. Now this might surprise you, well probably not, I found my way to the Bali Hai.

One and done, as my Uber driver was not with me...