We’ve been starting our days with a morning walk. Our route is the 1.25 mile path along the bay, Mission Bay here in San Diego. Rigby, our spoiled rotten pooch loves it. We’re getting spoiled too. The blue water is spectacular and the water fowl is fun to watch. I’ve developed an affection for Pelicans. They’re such a goofy looking bird, goofy but graceful.
Since we’re here for a month, we’re getting the lay of the land. Our campground neighbors told us about an Open Air Farmer’s Market in La Jolla. The market is held on Sundays. We decided to check it out. The 20 minute ride was up hill and through some beautiful neighborhoods. The Farmer’s Market is located a block from a Maserati dealer and down the street from a Ferrari dealer. Nice area. Great market.
We enjoyed strolling through the vendors. It’s small, but high quality. The produce was fresh fresh fresh and much of it organic.
The flowers were gorgeous too. Made we wish I could keep plants alive. Not so much.
We left with a bag of goodies, including two varieties of hummus, pita chips, twelve grain bread, asparagus, peppers, dried apricots and two cinnamon rolls. Next week we’ll bring more cash.
We’ve been ending our days with time around our ‘campfire.’ As midwesterners campfires are an assumed part of camping. As snowbirds in the desert southwest and southern California, we’ve noticed campfires are not exactly the norm. Many campgrounds don’t allow fires of any type, while others require fire rings that are above ground. Could have something to do with the drought. Firewood is also an issue.
Problem solved! We now have a propane fire pit. This thing is great. It’s portable, lights every time and best of all doesn’t leave you smelling smokey. For the record, Other Half had to convince me this was an acceptable option. But now I love it. So does Rigby.