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Tumbleweed Connection

Let me start off by wishing a Merry Christmas to all on Boxing Day. I hope you had a wonderful holiday and were able to connect with family and friends.

I need to catch up on the happenings this week as I haven’t posted since Tuesday. After publishing Tuesday’s post, I headed to the beach on my mountain bike. I wanted to check out the surf, which was supposed to be big during the King Tide.

I rode into a light wind along Mission Bay. The bay seemed unusually calm. The sun was shining, the skies were blue and people were enjoying time on and around the water. I saw a strange looking boat. It had a low, flat deck and a small outboard motor. From my viewpoint, I couldn’t tell if it was a pontoon boat. In any case, it wasn’t what I’m accustomed to seeing on the bay. I snapped a quick photo.

Unusual boat on the bay

Unusual boat on the bay

I made my way to Pacific Beach. By the time I got there, it was after 1pm and the tide was receding. The biggest swells came earlier in the day on the rising tide. City workers made huge berms in the sand around the main Pacific Beach lifeguard station to prevent it from being flooded by the high tide and big surf.

Sand piled high in front of the lifeguard station

Sand piled high in front of the lifeguard station

I took a photo of the big waves crashing into Crystal Pier, but I accidentally deleted the file this morning. Doh!

Later, I took a photo of De Anza Cove at low tide. The King Tide creates very high tides and extreme low tides. The dock in the photo is usually floating with very little angle on the walkway. At this time, the dock is grounded and the walkway drops steeply.

Extreme low tide at De Anza

Extreme low tide at De Anza

On Christmas Eve last year, we joined my daughter, Shauna, for a sushi dinner downtown at Ra Sushi. We continued the tradition this year, but instead of going to Ra, we made a reservation at Sushi Ota on Mission Bay Drive. Donna and I enjoy Japanese lager with our sushi. She always orders Asahi beer while I prefer Kirin Ichiban. The sushi at Sushi Ota is superior – they serve some of the best I’ve ever had. If you’re a sushi lover, you must try Sushi Ota next time you’re in San Diego. The yellowtail (hamachi) was the freshest, best-tasting nigiri ever!

Sushi platter at Sushi Ota

Sushi platter at Sushi Ota

A toast with Japanese lager

A toast with Japanese lager

After dinner, Donna went to work in our kitchen preparing the side dishes for Christmas dinner. On Thursday morning, she was up early and had the spiral cut ham in the oven. Shauna picked us up at 10:30am and we drove up to my step-dad’s house in Menifee. Donna and Shauna finished the meal preparations there and we were seated at the table at 1:30pm with our first course. It was curry-butternut squash soup that Donna made from scratch. We had homemade corn muffins with it.

First course curry-butternut squash soup

First course – curry-butternut squash soup

The main course was the glazed spiral cut ham served with mashed sweet potatoes and brussel sprouts with marjoram and walnuts. Yummy!

Donna, Ken and Shauna ready for Christmas dinner

Donna, Ken and Shauna ready for Christmas dinner

We sat in the living room and talked for a while after dinner, then it was pie time. We had apple pie from the Julian Bakery, a local San Diego favorite. We lingered at the table after dessert and told stories. Well, I think I was the main story teller.

Eventually the time came to head back home. We really enjoyed the day together and look forward to spending time with Ken and Shauna again in the spring.

Our drive up to Menifee and back had a couple of moments of craziness on the road. On the way up, once we were north of Temecula, the wind picked up. It was blowing out of the north, I would guess at 20-25mph with higher gusts. On I-215, the traffic was moving along at 75mph when all of sudden everyone ahead of us was braking hard. We were almost stopped when I saw what caused the panic stops. The driver of a Chevy Silverado pick-up truck in the left lane slammed on his brakes and came to a stop on the interstate because a tumbleweed blew into his lane! This was one of the dumbest moves I’ve ever seen. Tumbleweeds are dry and light – that’s why they’re tumbling along. Hitting one with a car at speed blows it into a million pieces. There’s no reason to stop and endanger everyone else on the interstate.

After we left Ken’s place and were driving south on I-215, once again traffic went from a smooth 75mph to a screeching halt. This time it was really necessary to stop. A car was driving northbound in the left southbound lane of the interstate! Luckily, everyone was able to stop without a head-on collision. Like all interstate highways, the lanes for each direction of travel on I-215 are divided and completely separate from each other. I have no idea how this guy was driving north in the southbound lanes. Shauna immediately dialed 911 and I reported the location of the wrong way driver.

After we returned home, Donna took Shauna’s car to visit her sister, Sheila. Shauna and I hung out and had a cocktail while we collaborated on a couple of crossword puzzles from the San Diego Reader. We completed two puzzles. All in all, it a very enjoyable holiday.

Now, for today’s holiday trivia question – do you know where the title Tumbleweed Connection comes from?

 

Snow in San Diego

I’m having a hard time believing that today is December 22nd. Only a few more shopping days until Christmas! I’ve managed to avoid the holiday shopping crowds – we did most of our shopping electronically.

Christmas in southern California seems artificial to me. We have nice weather, though the locals do bundle up when the temperature is in the 60s. When I was growing up in the area, we would head up to Big Bear Lake in the San Bernardino Mountains. We would rent a cabin and ski or play in the snow. Other times, we would just head to the Laguna Mountains in east San Diego County if there was snow there. Snow and Christmas just go together.

Here at the Mission Bay RV Resort, they celebrated the season with free hot dogs, hot chocolate, hot apple cider and holiday cookies and candy last weekend. They also trucked in snow! The kids in the park really had fun.

Kids playing in the snow at Mission Bay RV Resort

Kids playing in the snow at Mission Bay RV Resort

We’ll spend Christmas day with my daughter, Shauna, and my step-dad, Ken, up in Menifee. That leaves me with four days to get things road ready. We’ll pull out of here on Saturday.

We’re planning to spend two nights out in the desert. With the San Diego Chargers come-from- behind overtime win against San Francisco Saturday night, the Chargers are in the playoffs if they beat the Chiefs in Kansas City on Sunday. I’m hoping I can receive local broadcasting over the Dish satellite in the Imperial Dunes area.

I know it seems incongruous to head out into the desert, then tune in the TV. But when you’re a fan, that’s what you do.

Hearing Voices

There’s a thread on the IRV2 Forum titled “Liberties People Take.” People post their RV Park pet peeves and give examples of clueless or inconsiderate acts they’ve witnessed.

For the most part, RVers are a friendly bunch. We tend to look out for each other and we often connect with our neighbors. Every once in a while, a bad apple turns up. Here’s an example.

On Thursday night, Donna picked up Shauna at the airport and Shauna dropped her off back at the RV park around 11pm. I was already in bed by then. When Donna walked to our coach from the entrance, the site directly behind us was empty.

I thought I was dreaming. I kept hearing voices, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. The voices got progressively louder. I woke up and realized I wasn’t dreaming. A loud conversation was taking place outside near our bedroom window, but it wasn’t in English. It sounded like Chinese.

I tried to go back to sleep, but the people talking would get very loud at times. After a while, I looked at the clock – it was 1:08am. I got out of bed, pulled on my pants and went outside. A Class C rental RV had been allowed to pull in after hours into the site behind us. Three people were sitting at the picnic table with a bright lantern yukking it up – a man, a woman and a third person who was hard to identify in the glare of the lantern. I think it was a girl. I said, “It’s after 1am, you should take your conversation inside – people are trying to sleep.”

They went inside and I went back to bed. It took me about half an hour to get back to sleep. Then I heard it again. This time I was jolted awake by someone shouting unintelligibly. It was the people behind us again. I heard the man shouting, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. The woman responded without shouting, but he would cut her off and shout over her words. They weren’t speaking English. I listened for a couple of minutes and it seemed to be an argument that was escalating.

I looked at the clock – it was a little before 7am. I got up and dressed quickly. I went outside to see what was going on. It sounded like a case of domestic violence was erupting. I saw the woman standing outside their coach with two suitcases and what appeared to be several bags of trash. The man was a few feet away berating her. I told them I was going to get security.

I went to the security guard shack and told the guard on duty what was happening. He radioed the security guard patrolling in a car. When I came back to our site, the man was no longer in sight and the woman was still standing by the suitcases. I went inside our coach and left it up to security to figure out what the issue was.

Shortly after breakfast, Donna saw the rental RV pull out. I had to go to the office to pick up a package that had arrived there for us. As I walked past the site where the rental RV was parked, I couldn’t believe the amount of trash they left behind. I saw the park clean-up crew empty the nearby trash barrel earlier, but now it was overflowing. Plus there was a large plastic garbage bag that was full and a few smaller bags on the ground and there was some trash under the picnic table. I wondered how three people traveling in a small class C RV could have that much trash!

It was a very unusual encounter, not the norm for RV parks. The story is too long for to post in the “Liberties People Take” thread, so I thought I would tell it here.

I’m really looking forward to spending a couple of quiet nights boondocking in the desert!

The trash can was empty that morning. Three people in a small RV left this much trash (and more) in about 9 hours in the park.

Three people, nine hours and a pile of trash.

I should mention another strange incident. On Thursday evening, I met the group of guys from Bay Park at Dan Diego’s. I hooked up with this group last year at Offshore Tavern and Grill. On Thursdays, they are at Dan Diego’s. They have a regular rotation of watering holes where they stop for a beer or two and talk sports and enter the weekly football pool.

We had a few beers together. When someone buys a round, Courtney, the bartender, puts a poker chip in front of the people who have a free one coming. She’s really good at making sure you get the same drinks you had in front of you when the round was bought, so the person buying the round knows what they are paying for. I had a few chips in front of me, but I didn’t want to stay and drink. I gave the chips to one of the guys, then I went to the restroom. When I came out, I said my goodbyes – it was my last Thursday night beer at Dan Diego’s for the year –  and then I left.

When I got out of the car back at our coach, it hit me. I left without paying my bill! How embarrassing! I phoned Courtney. She told me not to worry – one of the guys (Dan) had paid my tab.

I needed to find the guys and pay up on Friday. We were car-less for about half a day, then Donna took her sister, Sheila, to the airport and brought Sheila’s car here. Sheila is away for the weekend, so we have a car again.

I drove over to the Silver Spigot – that’s their Friday night spot – I don’t go there usually. Anyway, I found the guys there and paid up.

My old high school friend, Carole Sue Bringas, picked us up at 6pm. We went to our favorite Thai food restaurant – Lanna Thai. We started with an appetizer plate that included shrimp summer rolls, spring rolls, chicken sa-tay, curry cups, and triangular pastry filled with minced chicken and potato – I don’t remember what it’s called – and a trio of sauces.

Thai appetizers for three

Thai appetizers for three

Honestly, it was enough food to call it dinner. But, we didn’t let that stop us from ordering entrees. Carole ordered shrimp pad thai, I had chicken pad thai and Donna was adventurous and ordered a dish called spicilicious sea food. It was a sea food medley bowl with a garlic chili sauce. I managed to finish my entree while the girls brought home leftovers.

Shrimp pad thai

Shrimp pad thai

Spicilicious sea food

Spicilicious sea food

The weather guessers are calling for clear skies and temperatures reaching the mid 60s to 70 degrees over the next few days. Christmas in paradise.

The Road Beckons

I’m a little frustrated with my laptop right now. I had written about half of today’s post when suddenly a window popped up asking if I wanted to leave the page. The next thing I knew, I was back at the WordPress dashboard and my draft was gone. Oh well, I just have to start over.

I haven’t posted dinner photos for a while. Donna still feeds me like a king. Tuesday was wet and blustery, so Donna cooked indoors. She prepared pan-fried pork tenderloin medallions with a dijon mustard-butter sauce on the induction cooktop.

Pork tenderloin medallions in a Lodge cast iron skillet on the induction cooktop

Pork tenderloin medallions in a Lodge cast iron skillet on the induction cooktop

She served it with steamed broccolini and baked sweet potato.

Meal fit for a king

Meal fit for a king

It rained heavily at times overnight on Tuesday. The last of the showers passed through Mission Bay around 8am Wednesday morning. Donna drove Shauna’s car to the medical center – she had a 9am appointment for blood work. Afterwards she stopped and stocked up at Trader Joe’s.

When she returned, it was my turn to head out. I had an 11am appointment for follow up with Dr. Ryan. As expected, he upped my dosage of Lisinopril to 40mg/day to control my blood pressure.

On the way home, I stopped at Subway® sandwich shop. They had a special – I bought two six-inch subs for two dollars each. I brought them home and Donna and I enjoyed them for lunch. It’s not all gourmet meals at chez Koop. Lunch for two for four bucks is hard to beat though, right?

I put a lot of time into our plans for the first quarter of 2015. We’ll be back here in early April through early May for Shauna’s graduation from Cal Western School of Law. Between now and then, we’ll spend time in the desert.

Our plan is to leave here on Saturday, December 27th. We’ll spend two nights boondocking near the Imperial Dunes area. It’ll be a nice change of pace to get away from civilization where we can listen to the coyotes and see countless stars in the sky at night.

We’ll arrive at Hidden Shores Village on the 29th. Hidden Shores is on the Arizona side of the Colorado River, north of Yuma near the Imperial Dam. When I was a kid, it was known as Imperial Oasis. We plan to spend a week there and join Bruce and Debbie Bednarski for a New Year’s Eve celebration.

From there, I’ve booked a week at the Casa Grande RV Resort. I want to have our coach serviced at Speedco® while we’re there. Then we’ll move on to Mesa, Arizona.

Finding a place in Mesa turned into a challenge. There are a lot of happenings in the greater Phoenix area over the next few months – the Superbowl, Barrett-Jackson auction, major league baseball spring training (Cactus League) and of course, the Phoenix Open golf tournament.

This schedule of events has almost every RV park booked full. It’s been a logistical nightmare. After many phone calls and time spent looking at options on the web, I found a place in Mesa called Orangewood Shadows that can accommodate us for two months. Donna has book signings and a speaking engagement scheduled in Phoenix in late January, so we needed to be there. I still have time open between our departure from Mesa and our return to San Diego. We’ll wait and see what we feel like doing in March when the time comes. Places should be opening up by then. We might want to spend some time in the Tucson area.

Last evening, one of our neighbors, Joel, organized a potluck dinner at his site. More than half a dozen couples attended, mostly younger (under 60) full-timers. We had a happy hour (more like three hours) with lots of food. We enjoyed socializing with like-minded folks and it was a nice change of pace. With only nine days left before we head out, we wish we would have met some of the people earlier.

Fire pit, cocktails and lots of food and conversation

Fire pit, cocktails and lots of food and conversation

At some point over the next few days, I need to clean out the trailer and begin re-organizing it for travel. The road beckons and I’m getting excited to find new places, new friends and new adventures.

Ouch!

I’ve been fairly healthy most of my life, except for the time I was dealing with cancer and a few broken bones here and there. I’ve always been a fast healer. Things can change as you get older.

I had surgery to correct a trigger finger condition on my right hand back in October. Although the incision healed nicely, there’s scar tissue along the tendon that’s giving me trouble. When I saw Dr. Leek a few weeks ago, he wasn’t too concerned. He said I should continue to work my fingers and he thought it would loosen up. He also told me to come back if it didn’t improve.

Well, I haven’t seen much improvement. My hand goes through stages during the day. In the morning, I can’t fully close my hand. My ring finger feels swollen and stiff and so does the middle (long) finger, but to a lesser degree. By the afternoon, it loosens up and I can use my hand normally, but I feel occasional clicking from the tendon catching. By nighttime, my hand begins to stiffen up again and causes pain in the night.

I saw Dr. Leek again yesterday. He thought my hand looked better, but he could feel the scar tissue around the tendon and the tendons were catching. He was concerned about the middle (long) finger. We agreed it was time for a cortisone injection to reduce the inflammation around the tendon.

While I waited for the injections to be prepared, I enjoyed the view from his 7th floor office in Mission Hills. I could see all the way to Mission Bay to the northwest and all of Point Loma and San Diego Bay to the southwest.

Looking northwest to Mission Bay

Looking northwest to Mission Bay

Looking southwest across San Diego Bay to Point Loma

Looking southwest across San Diego Bay to Point Loma

Dr. Leek injected cortisone into the tendons of both affected fingers. These injections are no fun at all. My fingers swelled up like bratwurst on a grill and were completely numb.

I had driven Shauna’s car to the doctor’s office, where I parked in the underground parking lot. The exit from the underground parking requires a sharp 90-degree turn to the right before you drive up a short ramp to pay the attendant. As I was leaving, two vehicles in front of me were stopped at the 90-degree turning point. I queued up behind them and waited. It was unusual – I never had to wait like this before.

After a couple of minutes, the first vehicle proceeded to make the turn and drive up the ramp. The second vehicle pulled forward and stopped. I figured something was going on around the corner that I couldn’t see. Meanwhile, another car was waiting behind me.

The woman driving the car behind me became impatient and pulled around us on the left. Just as she came alongside the car in front of me, she came head on with a car entering the parking lot. She was in the wrong lane and had to back up. She put her car in reverse and hit the gas – crash! The front end of her car swung out and either caught a support post or the bumper of a parked car, I couldn’t tell what she hit. It ripped the plastic front bumper cover and front grill completely off her car. The entire front body work fell to the ground! By then, another car was sitting behind me. She was trying to maneuver her car back into the right lane while incoming traffic was blocked by the pieces of her car in their lane. What a mess, caused by a moment of impatience and bad decision making.

The car in front of me moved on around the corner and I pulled forward. Now I could see what the holdup was. There’s an upper parking lot for tenants of the building. Apparently many of them were getting off work and exiting the lot. They had to use the same driveway as us and traffic was backing up. The people ahead were being sensible and gave each other room. I was out of there after a few minutes.

We have another storm moving into the area today and tomorrow. They are calling for heavy rain at times and snow advisory in the mountains in east San Diego County. Donna has a lunch appointment in Del Mar. I think I’ll hang out and practice guitar – I have feeling in my fingers again and the swelling has gone down.

 

Po-Key Surprise

We survived Friday’s downpour. By late afternoon, it turned into occasional showers. Around 4pm, my daughter, Shauna came by. I drove with her to her house and dropped her off. She’s leaving her car with us until Wednesday, while she’s back in Washington, DC. When I came back, Donna’s sister, Sheila had picked her up and they went out to have their nails done.

We had plans to meet up with Chris and Sherry Nirschl for dinner in Ocean Beach. I sent Donna a text asking if I should pick her up in Point Loma at the nail salon so we could make it to the 6:30pm dinner reservation. She texted back telling me Sheila would drop her off. I read this and thought Sheila was driving her back to the RV park and we would drive together.

I was beginning to think we would be tardy for dinner when Donna hadn’t returned by 6:15pm. Then I saw a text from her saying she was arriving at the restaurant early and wanted to know where I was. Oops! Sheila dropped Donna off in Ocean Beach while I was waiting for her to return to the RV park.

I drove to the Ocean Beach Warehouse restaurant and would’ve been only a few minutes late if I could’ve found a parking spot. I circled around Newport Avenue a couple of times before I found an open parking space two blocks west of the restaurant. Of course, when I walked up Newport Avenue, three parking spaces had been vacated right in front of the restaurant.

The Ocean Beach Warehouse restaurant website boasts “Eclectic global cuisine and vintage decor create the perfect casual hangout in the heart of downtown Ocean Beach.” They aren’t just bragging. They back it up with a variety of entrees and 24 local beers on tap. Donna ordered the short rib pappardelle and I had grilled mahi-mahi over garlic smashed potatoes. The food was cooked to perfection. I paired my dish with Belching Beaver IPA. This small brewery is becoming one of my favorites. Their IPA is brewed to style without over-the-top, in-your-face hoppiness.

The best part of the dinner was the company. We hadn’t seen Chris or Sherry since our last visit to San Diego a year ago. We had fun catching up and I really enjoyed the conversations.

Chris, Sherry, me and Donna

Chris, Sherry, me and Donna

In the photo you can see the vintage decor includes the siding from an old Airstream travel trailer on the wall behind us. My hand on Donna’s shoulder looks like it came from the land of the giants!

The skies cleared up on Saturday, but it wasn’t very warm. I don’t think the thermometer climbed much past 60 degrees all weekend. We had another meetup scheduled on Saturday afternoon.

Carole Sue Bringas arranged to meet with us at the Offshore Tavern and Grill and she invited some friends. Carole came down with the flu on Friday and had to cancel. Donna and I went to the Offshore anyway and were pleased when another old friend walked in.

Colette Denning, her daughters Kirsten and Ally and Kirsten’s son Tristan stopped in. I think it’s been about 15 years since I last saw Colette or Kirsten and at least 20 years since I’ve seen Ally. I’ve known Colette since I was in the ninth grade. We’ve stayed in touch over the years and at one time, in the early ’90s, we both lived in western Washington. Our daughters played together when they were kids.

We sat around a table and talked for a while, then Kirsten had a phone call from work. They needed her to come in ASAP. Kirsten lives with Colette in San Clemente. That’s also where she works, about 60 miles away from where we were. Our visit was cut short and I didn’t have a chance for a group photo.

After they left, Donna and I decided to stay and have something to eat. Donna ordered the bruschetta sliders plate and I ordered my favorite dish at Offshore, the poke (PO-key) plate.

Bruschetta sliders

Bruschetta sliders

Poke plate

Poke plate

Donna’s sliders were excellent. As soon as I tasted the sushi grade ahi tuna poke, I knew something wasn’t right. After a few bites, my mouth was on  fire! I neutralized it somewhat with the fried won-ton chips and avocado, but I couldn’t understand why the tuna was so spicy. Closer examination revealed a copious amount of dried red chili flakes in the sauce. I’ve never had this on the poke plate before. My face was flush and I was starting to sweat. I asked Donna to try a bite. She said it was awful – the chili flakes totally overpowered the ahi.

We called our server, Stefan, over. I showed him the chili flakes on the poke. I told him I’ve had this dish many times before and it wasn’t like this. Something happened in the kitchen or the chef decided to kick things up a notch. Stefan went back to the kitchen to inquire. He came back  to our table and said it was the new recipe. I had him take the plate away – I couldn’t eat it.

They didn’t charge me for the poke, but they’ve taken what was an excellent dish and changed it for the worse. When I go to get my free football pool drink on Tuesday, I’ll let the owner know what I think of the new poke plate.

Pineapple Express

Donna loves Christmas decorations. I go along with it, but I’m not crazy about putting up lights and all that. This year, Donna decided to decorate the coach. She strung lights outside and inside. She also bought funky little tree – it  has bare branches, white bark and lights.

Christmas lights outside and inside our coach

Christmas lights outside and inside our coach

Donna's Christmas tree

Donna’s Christmas tree

Yesterday, Donna moved the tree into the coach and removed the outside lights from the coach. I moved the ladder and Donna’s bicycle over to the trailer. We were battening down the hatches in preparation for the storm heading our way.

A tropical storm, called a Pineapple Express is slamming the west coast. It hit northern California, Oregon and Washington first. A Pineapple Express is a tropical storm that originates in the vicinity of Hawaii. As it moves in a northeasterly direction across the Pacific Ocean, it builds intensity and carries a lot of moisture.

These storms are fairly easy to track and predict. It hit the northern section of the west coast Thursday morning. Portland International Airport recorded a 67mph wind gust – the strongest recorded in 33 years. Powerful wind gusts hit the San Francisco Bay area, knocking out power. Wind velocity of 147mph was recorded in the Sierra Nevada mountains, near Truckee, California.

With the wind came rain. Flash flood warnings were in effect in every county of the Bay area and inland to Sacramento. Nine inches of rain fell in Sonoma County and multiple freeways have been closed. The storm will bring significant snowfall to the Sierra Nevada mountains. The snowpack could help to ease California’s drought.

The jet stream was expected to push the storm southwards, with heavy rain coming to the Los Angeles basin Thursday night. We expected to catch the tail end of the storm in San Diego, with the heaviest rain coming this morning.

The wind woke me up a couple of times in the early morning hours. By 7am, the rain was falling steadily. By 8am, it became heavy rain and it continues to rain at 10am as I type this. The forecast calls for the rain to let up with showers all afternoon and this evening. The weekend forecast calls for the storm to move east, with clear weather here on the coast. Umm, should I say that’s when the coast will be clear?

The storm will bring snow to the Rocky Mountains over the weekend. I’m glad the Chargers are playing the Denver Broncos here in San Diego on Sunday.

Two and a Half Months

I’ve been feeling restless lately. Last night, Donna admitted she was feeling the hitch itch as well. We’ve been here at Mission Bay RV Resort for two and a half months. We really enjoy our stay here. The location is perfect for us and we love having the opportunity to spend time with family and friends in the area.

We didn’t meet up with as many old friends as we did last year, but we hooked up with a few. Last year, we had my high school reunion, which put us in touch with a lot of people. The holiday season makes it a busy time for most people.

We also utilized our time here in San Diego to have dental and medical check-ups. My last physical exam was over a year and half ago, before we left Michigan. All my life I’ve had low blood pressure – usually in the range of 100/60 with a resting pulse of about 60 BPM. Before we left Michigan, my blood pressure had crept up to about 130/80. I didn’t worry about it – I thought it was an anomaly of some sort.

When I had the surgery on my hand in September, my blood pressure was higher again. I attributed it to anxiety over the surgery. When I visited the doctor three weeks ago, my blood pressure was way high. Dr. Ryan suggested blood pressure medication (Lisinopril). I started taking 20mg per day.

High blood pressure is a silent killer. Most people with high blood pressure don’t realize it until they have it checked. Left untreated, it can result in heart disease, artery damage, strokes or embolism. I’m usually an active person. Losing 10 pounds might help lower my blood pressure, but it wouldn’t be enough. The biggest factor for me is heredity. High blood pressure runs in the family.

Lisinopril reduces the blood pressure. After having my blood pressure slowly increase over time, my body accommodated to it. The sudden reduction in blood pressure left me feeling lethargic and a little off stride. I haven’t been very active for the last two weeks. I’m feeling better now. I have a follow-up appointment next week and Dr. Ryan may raise the Lisinopril dosage.

Anyway, the lack of activity over the past couple of weeks contributed to my feeling of hitch itch. In 17 days, we’ll hitch up the trailer and move east. We’re planning to boondock for a couple of nights in the desert before we continue east to the Colorado River.

Yesterday, Donna and I tackled an overdue chore – we defrosted the refrigerator. An excessive amount of ice had built up on the cooling fins. This has been problematic, especially in areas with higher humidity. The seal on the refrigerator door doesn’t seal completely, allowing outside air to enter through several leaks. The moisture in the air then condenses on the cooling fins and forms ice.

I found a replacement seal kit from Dometic for $300. This didn’t sound good to me. Because the door is warped, I’m not sure if a new seal would work any better than the one we have and I’d be out $300. I’ve been on the lookout for a replacement door. We may end up replacing the refrigerator.

While the refrigerator was defrosting, I rode the scooter to Ace Hardware. I bought a self-adhesive 1/8 inch-thick compressible rubber seal. I seated this seal on the refrigerator where the door seal makes contact. The door seal now seats against it and seems to be sealing well. Time will tell.

76 Acres

After 11 years of battling in court, a settlement was reached between the residents at De Anza Cove and the City of San Diego last month. I wrote about the court battle and settlement offer in this post. The offer made by the city was amended by a judge. The new offer was for nearly $30 million. There was an appeal period after the amendment – neither side appealed. Since the appeal period expired, the deal is done.

All of the residents in the (not so) mobile home park surrounding Mission Bay RV Resort must be out by the end of January 2016. People are already packing up. The big question is, what happens to the 76 acres of prime real estate once they’re gone?

There has been much speculation and a few plans presented. Another twist in the story is the Campland on the Bay RV Park which sits on 42 acres of land across Rose Inlet, west of Mission Bay RV Resort. Campland’s lease will expire in 2017. The current master plan calls for the 42 acres occupied by Campland to be restored as marsh. This would provide a natural filter for water entering the bay from Rose Creek and would provide habitat for wildlife. This plan has much support.

Map of area

Aerial map of area looking east

There was talk of allowing Campland to relocate on the De Anza land, displacing Mission Bay RV Resort. This hasn’t gained much traction. I think the city realizes that the income potential of the RV resort far exceeds the tax revenue from Campland. The Mission Bay Master Plan includes space for an RV park on the bay.

When Mission Bay Park was conceived, limitations on commercial use were put in place. No more than 25% of the land surrounding Mission Bay can be used for commercial purposes. This ensures public access to the bay. When Campland is removed and the land returns to a natural state, this opens the possibility of commercial development elsewhere on the bay.

The politicians are moving quickly. Mayor Kevin Faulconer said, “There’s no doubt in my mind that once we get past the litigation issues in De Anza, that we should move full speed ahead. Any way you look at it, the public is going to benefit from increased access to the park and the environmental benefits of expanding the wetlands.”

There’s a rumor going around about a back room deal being struck between the city, Campland and Sea World. Sea World has long wanted to expand their leasehold to build a hotel adjacent to their park. The rumor is that Sea World will buy out Campland’s lease before it expires, to get them out, allowing Sea World to expand. The city would benefit if Sea World’s money made Campland go away.

The future development of the 76 acres at De Anza is still unclear. The latest rumor says the city will expand the RV resort into a true resort with premium bay side sites and amenities. The occupancy rate at Mission Bay RV  Resort has risen over the past two years and the city is realizing a nice revenue stream. If they go upscale, they could make plenty of money and still be in compliance with the master plan.

The dust will settle soon and we’ll see how this plays out.

 

Albatross

I’m not a bird watcher (birder), not that there’s anything wrong with that. What I mean is, I don’t actively search for particular bird species nor do I keep a list of the birds I’ve seen. Having said that, I do enjoy identifying birds when I see them. I know enough about birds to recognize an unusual bird for the area or a rarely seen bird.

When I see an unusual bird, I try to take a few minutes to memorize its size, shape, color and distinctive markings. I may have an idea of what it is, but once I’ve memorized its features, later I look it up in Peterson’s Field Guide. Sometimes, once I’m fairly certain of the identification, I’ll find additional information on the Web.

Yesterday, while Donna and I were eating lunch outside, a large bird zipped by overhead. I got up and walked to the back of our coach where I watched it soar over De Anza Cove. It rose quickly on an updraft, then wheeled about making sharp turns as it crisscrossed the cove before it soared away to the south. I don’t think it beat its wings once during the few minutes that I watched it. It was riding the wind expertly.

Donna asked me what it was. I told her it didn’t make sense, but I was pretty sure it was an albatross. I’ve never seen an albatross fly over land in southern California. I’ve only seen them when I was on a boat miles off the coast.

I estimated the bird had a wingspan in excess of six feet. Its body was disproportionately short from head to tail. The tail was so short, in fact, that its feet extended under the tail in flight. After lunch, I broke out my  field guide and looked it up. It was a Laysan albatross.

Laysan albatross - wikipedia photo

Laysan albatross – wikipedia photo

Wikipedia photo

Wikipedia photo

Ninety-nine percent of the Laysan albatross breeding population is found in the northwestern Hawaiian Islands. These birds spend more than half the year out to sea. They can process sea water, removing the salt through a special nostril in their bill. When breeding season comes around, they return to an island to breed. They often forget how to land on the ground after months at sea and land clumsily. The oldest known Laysan albatross is a female named Wisdom, that’s estimated to be 63 years old. She was banded at an estimated age of five, 58 years ago.

I did a little research and found that a small breeding colony is found along the Revillagigedo Islands, about 240 miles southwest of the tip of Baja California. That could be where this bird came from, but who knows. They spend many months at sea and can end up almost anywhere in the north Pacific ocean. I’m guessing the storm that came through southern California on Tuesday and Wednesday blew this bird in.

This was the second time I was surprised to find an unusual bird here at Mission Bay. I posted a picture of a peregrine falcon I saw perched on a pole here.

I really enjoy spotting and identifying rare or unusual birds. Maybe I’m more of a birder than I think I am.

By the way, one of my favorite instrumental songs is Albatross, by the original Fleetwood Mac featuring Peter Green.