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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