Escape Artists
El Nino is wreaking havoc on San Diego’s winter weather bringing more rain than seen in a decade. Starting tomorrow an atmospheric river from the sub-tropics will drench San Diego County with enough rain to fill 3 million swimming pools.
We’ve confirmed that really big cities are not our thing. We’re Tucson and San Diego people, not Phoenix and LA people. Over the weekend we were set up in a perfectly good camp site on a base that also doubled
The fabulous part about Naval Weapons Station Seal Beach is that it is 15 miles from Disneyland, 20 miles from downtown LA and 30 miles from Universal Studios. If you have a car, attractions await. Like the great Dionne Warwick
Is it better to be lucky or smart? Six months ago we were unable to lock down a reservation at Fiddler’s Cove next to the SEAL Base so we booked into the Silver Strand State Park, just a mile away
On the last full day in San Diego Eric mapped a route to visit Border Field State Park, the most southwestern corner of the United States, to get an up-close look at our controversial border wall. We made the ride
With two days left in our 25 day exploration of San Diego it seemed appropriate to visit Cabrillo National Monument which honors the first European man to step onto west coast land. A windy 55 degrees, we layered up for
San Diego is America’s southern most city on the west coast bordering Tijuana, Mexico. The Tijuana River flows 100 miles through Mexico, then through the city of Tijuana before crossing the border for the last 5 miles and emptying into
A common misconception is that living in an RV sounds like a great vacation but would be too small and confining for everyday living. The thought had occurred to us. Before we launched out in Betty, we gave RV life
Yesterday was moving day. From waterfront to back row. Bummed to be losing the coveted, unobstructed view, we moved from site 127 to #2 and got closer to the bathhouse behind an empty handicapped site and facing the beach access
Once upon a time we were commuters. Up at 6, out the door at 7, in the office by 8. Day after day, year after year, ugh after ugh. It had become a faded memory until yesterday when we were