Just what is San Diego charging for this?
I just can't sit still. The cold and snow are finally taking their toll on this boy. I'm flying to the land of golden sunshine, ripe tomatoes and palm trees. If I'm lucky, I'll even get to see the ocean again. For ten glorious days I'll prowl the beaches and docks, the cays and coves of Point Loma looking for an explanation for all the pain in the world and the solutions of solutions and when I find it, I'll write about it.
When I landed in San Diego, I was struck by how comfortable the weather was. It is the only area in the USA besides Florida that can grow bananas year round. Getting around was not easy. There is a bus system that is very affordable. I made use of it to the fullest.
I studied the few maps I had and made my way to Point Loma where the military built underground reinforced bombproof shelters in case the Japanese got that close. The old gun mounts are still intact.
The beaches are the reason to venture to this area. The surf continues to thrash the shoreline.
This is where the military buried their dead. Row after row of small crosses line the road out to Point Loma. The name means rich soil in Spanish.
