I had forgotten how noisy this beach is with the Navy planes roaring in to land at the naval base on North Island a few blocks away. Leigh and I walk around a few minutes. I loved this beach when the kids were little and built castles and ran into the ocean. Now, a quick visit is enough. We had a great dinner at Miguel’s in Coronado last night. It’s rated one of the top restaurants in San Diego. Watch the Olympics. Because of a sudden change in circumstances we slept on the two living room couches, the most uncomfortable things we’ve slept on. When I woke up this morning I couldn’t take a deep breath because my back hurt so much. Marianne made breakfast. She hasn’t gotten the hang of it yet. She fried the eggs, but the bacon took longer than she planned. Then she realized she hadn’t made the toast. So by the time she was finished, things weren’t quite right. “These eggs are ice cold!” She said. Yes. But it was fine. We were on the road by 8:45 a.m. That rotten stretch of highway that connects to I-8 wasn’t bad. Drove solid, stopping only for gas and a half hour for supper. Twelve and a half hours later we were in Alamogordo, a few miles north of the White Sands National Monument where we were walking around on three days before. By now, I’m tired. I just want to get home. Miss the dogs terribly. Leigh took a two hour shift of driving which was nice. I had a light nap and relaxed. Three hours of driving after dark which I hate. Hit the motel at 10:15. Covered about 750 miles.
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