A couple days wandering about downtown San Diego and over to Coronado.
While the Marriott offered an excellent view of the city and the mountains, there was no time to linger about the room. An early afternoon landing in San Diego, after departing Kansas City around lunch time left a somewhat desperate desire for sustenance. It took very little time to locate Taqueria Los Chuchys on Fourth Avenue and enjoy a little, though somewhat greasy, street taco happiness. Mostly clear and 10-12°C finished off afternoon into evening strolling about the bayside quadrant.
Little seemed to have changed. Many of the same places under
construction on the prior incursion 10 years ago appeared as though they were
still under construction. The afternoon melted away under a slower
pace. Passing through 5 kilometers of the urban bayside, base camp for
the next couple of nights arrived as the sun began to get down on the
horizon.
Going back in time brought about an early than usual morning, offering another
chance to drift through the immediate area around the hotel. A
conference held in the same location would be the test of endurance for the
day.
Our crew ended the long afternoon of experts exhibiting statistical growth
visuals they seemed to misunderstand, at this infamous location. The
Whiskey House in San Diego stands in the Guiness Book of World Records for
hosting the most whiskey in the world; indeed, whiskey from all over the
world! The multi-volume menu required more time than available but
sufficed to produce "Midnight Moon" from North Carolina. A bit of charcuterie,
followed by a filet of Salmon closed the affair out nicely.
The team split up after that, parting ways for a variety of destinations,
primarily those only seen from behind closed eyelids. A brief wander
about later that evening revealed a new site noted earlier in the day. A
massive shell in Jacobs Park glowed a beacon at edge of the marina. A
production of any sort at this venue is likely a fun and fantastic experience.
The conference did not run quite as long on the following day, nor was it any
more particularly enlightening. Afternoon quickly unfolded across 24
kilometers by ferry and foot. The latter of which dominated the
transportation type much of the length of Coronado Beach. Barefoot operations
slowed the pace on this clear and sunny 15°C afternoon. Colleagues found
their own space but departed much earlier. Slightly inland to the Burger
Lounge, which offered a delicious opportunity to reflect on how much time
before sunset. Beach Time enables everything and watching the sun melt
into the horizon of the Pacific Ocean, the return journey followed in short
order.
Crossing back on the ferry later, after walking the distance back to the
landing, found conversation with a local couple out for a walk. They had
both once lived and gone to school in Missouri. It is a small world,
indeed. Walking continued into the morning, up and along the
bayfront, thinking it might be an enjoyable travel this method through to the
aerodrome. Broadway was the furthest attained. Traveling cargo
proved an unplanned detriment to the task and the 992 supported the remainder
of the expedition.
The window remained elusive on the flight out, but the lottery turned
favorably on this return trip. Earth and sky quickly spread across a horizon
from 3 kilometers above and this in-flight film offered up clear skies across
the southwestern United States. Most of Kansas lay covered in snow, with
the eastern portion obscured by clouds through to landing. A few
landmarks noted in the previous journey along this route went into hiding,
others boasted a new look, and a few new formations displayed their best
contours.
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