FOG rolls in

When we woke up this morning we couldn’t see anything. Not the house next door or across the street. Not the ocean or the hills. Nothing. Just socked in. Spring here is like that a lot. It’s a lot like San Diego in that it is overcast till noon and then it clears up. Temps are in the high 60s and low 70s.

Today I told Greg I wanted to avoid lots of hills. It is impossible to avoid all of them, unless you walk on the beach. Beaches are closed. So we took the path of least hills and it was lovely.

Isabela comes when I call her sometimes.

Like I said, the beaches are closed. I took some photos of the lonely Playa Los Cerritos where ordinarily you find lots of surfing and hanging out going on. Our friend, Juan (Paisa) is the volunteer lifeguard and he gives surf lessons. He’s usually busy. All quiet now. He and his wife and son are such good people. Here they are during better times.

All quiet on the beach these days. Go away Covid 19.

Couldn’t avoid a hill going home. I don’t know why I was feeling so anti-hill-climbing today, but that’s the way it goes.

Here’s more from up high overlooking the neighborhood.

Our place as I zoom-in from up high. Visibility over the water is not so great.
Heading home

Time to get home for breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I would love to eat a meal that someone else cooks. Here’s to a happy day today, as we learn more about how to navigate life during a pandemic. Stay safe. Be gentle with yourself.

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