Probably because of the strong, on-shore winds, the shore birds were clustered on the beach. There were four different varieties, but most were gulls. As we made our progress down the beach, they would lift off the sand, facing the wind, only to touch down another 50 yards down the beach.
Each time they lifted off, the air was filled with flapping wings and a rush of feathers. Bubby thought it quite a sight, so I tried to capture it in this photo. I'll let you, the reader, judge the quality of my effort.
Bubby was enjoying the occasional wave washing across her feet as we made our way back. The water was cool, but not unbearable. We could understand why the surfers all wear wet suits. I am sure if you spent much time in it, you would need one.
We had planned to catch the 3:30 Coaster to Old Town, so that Bubb could pick up the house number for Auntie Nell's neighbor. However, as we were running to buy our ticket and catch the train, proud that we had arrived with only a 10 minute wait, I realized that I had not transferred my wallet to the pants I was wearing. Since Bubb was "hands free" (our euphemism for without purse), we had to go back to our lodging, get the wallet, and then rush back to the transit center. Unfortunately, when we returned, the Coaster had already left. Next train, 5:01 PM.
We passed the time companionably enough, and headed into San Diego right on (amended) schedule. We got off in Old Town, ran up to the tile shop, discovered that they were out of the correct frames, made arrangements to have the number and frame shipped, and raced back to the trolley station to catch a ride to Petco Park and the Tin Fish. Unfortunately, there had been an accident earlier in the day, and the trolleys were running off schedule. We waited and waited, finally catching a different trolley, one that took us to the opposite side of the ball park from where the Tin Fish is located. That train was a true milk run, it took forever to get to the Park. We arrived at 7:00, the scheduled time for the game.
We had decided that we would miss the start of the game in favor of the last fish taco in our contest. We walked to the Tin Fish, got a table and ordered our taco plate. The price was about $11 for two tacos. Of course, we shared. This one had a generous portion of fish, and the usual cabbage and pico de gallo, but it was all piled on a flour tortilla. We immediately agreed that Harbor Fish and Chips did, indeed, have the best fish taco in the world (or San Diego, at least).
We got to the game at the top of the 3rd inning, and San Francisco was already in the lead. They never looked back. When we got to our seats, I noticed that the guy sitting in front of us was the same guy who had taken our order at the Tin Fish. It turns out he is the owner, and a Padre fan. We talked a little while we watched the game. Bubb wanted to tell him his crummy flour tortilla took his taco out of contention, but she exercised judgment.
The Padre ended up loosing 7 to 3, and we began the backward migration. This is the night view of the Coaster, as we were boarding it. Things actually went very smoothly, and we were back in our lodging before midnight.
Friday was a pretty lazy day, the only thing of note being another trip to the Harbor Fish and Chips for one last fish taco.
This morning, we had some shopping to do. Bubb wanted to take advantage of the cheap fresh corn so she could freeze it for later in the year. We went over and bought 25 ears. While we were shopping, we noticed these pickles on the shelf. Check out the name. Of course, Bubby says they are spelling it wrong, but she was pleased, never the less.
Here is our non-Jewish Bubby holding a bottle of Bubbies Jewish pickles. Too good a photo op to pass up.
We are packing our bags, headed out early in the AM. It's a long ride back to Cedar City from here. We have loved our little break, and while we feel refreshed, we hope it won't spoil the rest of the fall for us.
Buboppy
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